Out for a Sunday drive on second day of Sky ownership adventures. Parked carefully - no trees overhanging, no other vehicles intruding. We were gone a measly 20 minutes. But darned, plenty of time for some malevolent bird to drop a bomb. And for it to solidify (maybe a good thing?) before we came back after our ice cream run. Caught with a brand new car with precious little storage and no stash of napkins, nada. Birdie made a direct hit smack dab at the rear of the center console, sparing our seats. We managed to climb back in and drive to the nearest grocery store where we bought baby wipes (reasoning if it works on baby, should do same for birdie deeds). We were soon back in business none the worse for wear. And yes, we did appreciate the fact that we were out of Sly Sky when the deed was done.