I Bashed My Eye!

I bashed my eye. I was hanging with my friend Dave White, buddy/pilot pal/co-owner of GSIN, when I got the urge to drive his Mini-Cooper. Now when you meet Dave you don't immediately think Mini-Cooper. Maybe you think "I bet this guy could lift a Mini-Cooper," but you don't think that's what he drives.

Well it's his winter car so that he doesn't mess up his BMW M-3 convertable and this freaking Mini is some kind of 6-speed turbo charged with a shifter LED thing and a bunch of other cool stuff. So I drove it. Never got out of third and all was well.
We drop by Timmy's and as we're getting back in the car I mis-judge where the top of the drivers side window is and I bash my eye down smack in the middle of window. Are you picturing this?
The top of the window?...The thin glass part?...Where my eye bashed?
I howled and then bled and in true guy fashion, we laughed our assess off. I also drove back to his office.
So here is my tough, Rocky Balboa, hey-who-hit-you-in-the-eye, shot.
Don't tell anyone is was a Mini-Cooper, tell them Dave hit me. That's my story.