Got my Salsa Pearl in February after waiting since October. Took a 900 mile trip to Scottsdale, AZ in early May for sightseeing. I'm retired and can do things like that. Decided I needed a chamois to wipe off water spots whenever I wash my pride and joy and looked everywhere. Finally, with the aid of my GPS (Navigator to some) I located a Home Depot (my last hope) and got there just before closing. The enormous parking lot was almost empty. It was getting dark and a stiff breeze had developed. I parked in the farthest and emptyest (my word) spot I could find. About two hundred feet away (no exaggeration) was a cluster of about 8 shopping carts all poking each other and sort of intermingled so movement by any of them was arrested. I had just pressed the park button and turned things off, when one of the carts moved by the wind sort of backed away from the cluster, slowly turned around as if looking for someone and then moved toward me. Then it picked up speed. I disconnected the seat belt, flung open the door, ran around the front of the vehicle to the right to intercept, but I never had chance. That cart had to be doing 30 miles an hour. Bam! I had my first ding; a perfectly round 2 inch, half inch deep ding in the right front door, down low. I tried to pick up the cart and fling it into the next county, but all I could do was flip it upside down and almost got a hernia doing just that. The way that shopping cart withdrew from the cluster, turn toward my car and then accelerate was absolutely spooky. There has to be shopping cart demons, invisible to us. I decided I'm going to leave the ding. It will be my token ding. The demons are out there and I don't want to upset any of them. So my advice to others is leave the ding if you have only one. Recite a chant of some kind and hope they accept your token acknowledgement. They're out there.