Naturally, my first flirtations for a new bumper came from the aftermarket. That vast sea of Japanese companies with names most are afraid to utter aloud at car shows and meets for fear of mispronouncing them in front of those who know the correct pronunciation.
Nearly every time I came out to my car, my gaze was drawn to a specific area. It was brutal, black and horrific. An abyss. The claimer of my eye: the gap between rubber and fender, specifically on my fronts, where those massive vertically rolled fenders reside, begging to be filled to full capacity.
During a “friend night” at a friend’s house, standing around the friend’s kitchen, the importance of credit cards was discussed. In particular, how important it is to build debt and thus build credit. At least that is what I derived from it. Being one to do as others’ say, I obtained myself a credit card.