Does this man...Prevention is better than cure, or so they say. But I think that 'they' are wrong (whoever these oracles of legend actually are), certainly when it comes to the finer details of life. Like basic aesthetics.
Talking about ourselves (as human beings), we all know from the news that every day something else is going to kill you or increase your risk of cancer. 

You could sit in a box all of your life eating fruit and vegetables and you might well live to a ripe old age (no pun intended). But where would be the fun in that? Life is all about a compromise that involves as much pleasure and personal satisfaction as possible without completely annihilating your chances of getting another go at it all tomorrow. 

Extreme folk who are into base jumping are happy to leap off skyscrapers, trusting their chances that the parachute will manage to slow them enough to prevent giving the waiting police cars an impromptu saggy headlining. Most of us however wouldn't take such a risk as we don't thrive on adrenalin enough to warrant it.

I tell you what I will do though, that is to use my body's rather clever natural defences, honed over thousands of years, to stop myself from contracting minor illnesses. 
Face masks were fair...drive this car? enough in the height of the bird/swine/man flu outbreaks, especially you were frail, elderly or worked with the sick. But for the average man on the street today after the worries have passed? Mate, you look like an idiot, get a grip.

The thing is, as with most of modern life, car culture has its unique automotive equivalent. The 'bonnet bra' for example. Or, to give it the more common name, the 'Thatcarlooksstupidwhatonearthisthatthingfor' as uttered by many tourists in the USA.
Yes you may well avoid a few stone chips and you won't have to try very hard to remove dead flies either, simply remove your leathered bondage bib and pop it in the wash with your microfibre cloths.

I'm sorry (and fully aware that they are quite fashionable in some styling circles), but they look ridiculous and define pointlessness, especially on vehicles that command a premium for their styling and design. What is the point of a nice looking vehicle if you have to cover the thing up like a gas guzzling gimp to go anywhere? You might as well leave it in the garage and try to feed it butternut squash soup.