I can share your pain and go you one better:
I had driven my brand spankin' new '06 GT from the truck to my garage -- about two miles. In a brilliant flash of genius, I went straight to the phone and begged the clear bar guys to wedge me in for a front end treatment. They were kind enough to work me in as the first appointment of the next day.
The install shop is about 15 miles from my house on the freeway. It was a bright, late-summer morning. "Ahh" I said to myself, "what a relief it will be to get the front end protected. I have finally learned my lesson and am actually getting my unit protected BEFORE I drive it for a couple of weeks". I was proud of myself.
I set off for the shop and all goes smoothly. I cut a wide berth around semis and other potential rock throwers. I am literally 1/4 mile from my exit when I notice one of those dump trucks pulling a multi-axle trailer in the far right lane. I move over to the far left lane. I stab the throttle, gotta get clear of that land train and make in back right for my exit. Then the fun starts...
A lone rock about the size of a large gumball emerges from under the trailer of the dump truck. It bounces once. Like guided-missle demon spawn from hell, it draws a bead on little ol' innocent me. I watch the whole tragedly occur in slow motion. I try to slow down, I try to speed up. The rock, which is now clearly possesed of an evil spirit, tracks my every move. It bounces once and it looks like I'm going to give it the dodge. It bouces again, off my front end. I cry out in anguish. I curse the dastardly rock, the truck, the trailer, the IRS, everyone I can think of.
I get to the shop, and sure enough, there is a ghastly white rock chip, about half the size of pea, right in the middle of the hood. (Yea, I know, its tiny, BUT NOT TO ME). Oh, the irony of it all. It is easily the biggest rock chip I've ever suffered on one my exotics, and it happened when the car had about 12 miles on the odometer.
Even better, I now have to postpone the clear bra application until I can repair the rock chip. So I have to drive it home without the clear bra. I stop by a paint shop and have them mix up a batch of touch up paint. By the time they get done, the sky is now cloudy. It dumps about a foot of rain on me, in my brand new GT, with my new rock chip in my new front hood. I spend a month detailing it after the rain storm.
End of the story: I fastidiously fixed the rock chip, then got the clear bra installed, and all is forgotten. Even if you could see the tiny repair (which you couldn't) the clear bra makes it totally invisible. Hope my misfortune eases your pain :wink
