I'm OK, I think he's OK, our cars are not. Total strangers (at least four, probably six or eight) came to our aid. Sean was there for me when I needed him. My father was there for me when I needed him and for the first time in years, he didn't treat me like I was a total waste of space.
I was going to post on my recent cravings for the letter P, but I think this is a little more important.
RIP Bessie the Car 1985 - 2004.