It has been years since my body man and his wife lived in Vietnam. It was the country of his birth. But, Canada got lucky and the oh-so-talented Vietnamese gentleman took his wife and moved to Canada. Here, he and his wife have run a small but successful body shop and outside the business they have raised a son and a daughter.
The other day my wife got struck exiting a parking lot. The accident wasn't her fault but in Ontario we have a no-fault approach to accident repair. The accident was credited to the other driver; he will see his insurance rates climb. But the repairs for the damage are being covered by each of our insurance companies. Each insurance company covers their own client. That's where the no-fault comes into play.
So, our car goes into the body shop for a time-out where it gets to hob knob with other cars in for repairs, such as this bright, red muscle car being given a second crack at life. I'm in awe of body shop craftsman. I kept the car of my youth, a Morgan Plus Four, for forty-five years thanks to fine body shop experts and talented mechanics. These people give a whole extra dimension to the concept of "to recycle."
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