I have had my share of rough times, but last summer took the cake. Not only did I ruin my Acura RDX, but it was all my fault. I spent the spring working on the car, getting it ready to be shown off during the summer, only to end up demolishing the car without even moving it from the driveway.

When June rolled around, I was almost finished with my project. I installed new interior, put on new doors, painted the entire car and replaced the windshield. That was just the aesthetics. Under the hood, I replaced a list of items, from the alternator to the fuel pump. I did it all. I wanted my RDX to purr like a kitten when running, but roar like a lion when I rev up the engine. All I needed a few more things and the car would be like new. I spend many nights in the driveway until late at night working on my car, and when the summer came, I planned on showing off.

All of that was threatened when I received the most inconvenient phone call in my life. A phone call that was the beginning of the rippling effect that demolished my car.

I was asked to attend a 4-week training in Washington D.C. for cyber security training. Being that I am aspiring to become a government contractor, this was an opportunity to get noticed, so there was no doubt in my mind that I was going. I booked my air flight tickets for a week later, which was plenty of time to get things in order before I left. That was when I first had that thought that I should check out the Acura RDX car covers.

Did I listen to my inner voice? Well, at first yet. I shopped around, read a few buying guides, found the perfect RDX car covers that would snugly fit my car. I kept getting distracted right before I made my purchase, repeatedly. Each time I pulled my card out, the phone rang or someone was at the door. This went on all week until the night before my flight I gave up. It was too late anyways; I would never receive the cover before my 5am flight. The weather had been sunny and mild without a cloud in sight, so I figured all would be well while I was gone. Besides, what is the worst that can happen to my car in 4 weeks?

Well, actually, a lot and more, it was not 4 weeks. More like 12 weeks. The 4 weeks I heard on the phone ended up just being the basic classes. In order to get my name on the government contractors list, I needed the entire line up of seminars that were being offered.

And in 16 weeks, my hometown experienced every season of weather imaginable. My car weathered a handful of thunderstorms that sent debris flying everywhere much of which I found all over the car when I returned home. On top of the rain and wind, there was reportedly hail that came down the size of golf balls. At least that is what the neighbors claimed that could possibly be the reason why my windows were cracked in several places. But in fairness, they also said it could have been a cat burglar who attempted to break into my car one night. My neighbors said they saw someone trying to break into the car. If it had not been for the neighbor's dog who barked like crazy, they would have easily been able to get in and take off in my car without anyone knowing a thing.

The week after the rainstorm, the weather became humid and hot. In fact, when I came home, there had been 8 weeks of consistently high temperatures that reached an above average high of 92 degrees. The sweltering heat and blazing sunrays cooked my car inside and out. Not only was all the gloss and shine of my new paint job gone, the inside no longer looked new. It looked dingy and worn as if the interior had been dyed another color.

I could not wait to get home, expecting to see my car just as I had left it. When the taxicab pulled up to my house, I immediately regretted not buying one of the Acura RDX car covers. That was my first thought before I even had a chance to take it all in. After analyzing the damage and calculating the costs in my head and figuring it was not that bad, I opened the car door and heard the loudest squeak that human ears could stand without bursting. Shaking my head in disbelief, I knew that sound anywhere. Afraid to even look, I knew in my heart what had happened. The metal hinges of the car doors were exposed to the water from the rainstorm and without any sort of protection from the wetness or the heat, the metal began to corrode. Never again would I leave my car without a car cover even for a week. It cost me 10 times more to fix the car, yet again than it would have cost me to buy the car cover. Now, even the motorcycle in the garage gets covered if I am leaving for longer than the weekend. I surely learned the value in car covers- the hard way.