Same.
Er anyway, yeah, I've had assorted motoring embuggerences, some my fault, others not, which have resulted in varying amounts of destruction to my car. They hurt my pride more than they hurt me, which is probably a good thing.
The worst was when I took a bend far too fast (okay, a normal day's driving for me) and span the car, which shot backwards up an embankment and came to a stop in a ploughed field. It was still drivable so I continued my journey to work, my arrival being greeted by a co-worker pissing himself laughing because my car was "wearing a grass skirt", as he put it. I hadn't realised it was still adorned with quite a lot of souvenirs from said field. It took over a week for the garage to straighten it out.