This is the result of two ice-sliding accidents in the past week. Nobody was hurt - these were like, 5 mph accidents with Mr. Crane behind the wheel.
Mr. Crane is an excellent driver, but he is also an expert on city shortcuts, with a great fondness for little side streets. Unfortunately, the little side streets of Minneapolis are icier than anyone can remember. In fact, some are like ice skating rinks with grooves in them, and some of the grooves take cars to the side.
Into parked cars.
So he comes home very upset and tells me about the first smash-up. We attempted to repair the damage (do you like the pink duct tape?).
Then, a day later we're on our way to a friend's place, via a little side street, and I had just gotten done suggesting we take a better-de-iced main road and he was like, naah, we're fine, but he slowed to humor me. And then the next block, thunk. It was like this invisible force just slid us into a parked car!
So we got out to leave a note, and two neighbors came out to say that each of their cars had also been hit that week in the very same way, and they got notes, too. Obviously this all sucks very much on the financial front.
Luckily, the second car wasn't very damaged, but our duct tape and rope fix deteriorated to the point where the rope, as you see, is decorative at best. So it's going into the shop tomorrow.