Would it be more satisfying right now to have your hands around Joan Claybrook's and Ralph Nader's necks, or to get the car fixed?
Part of me would almost desire the former, as a token of thanks for their uneducated efforts in mandating those sticks of dynamite in our dashboards...
Sorry to hear about the mishap, Keith...
This is quite ironic, too. On the way back from Road Atlanta on Sunday, Grady Brain called me up and said he'd just read on the forums that Bill Berryman (think he lives in Mississippi now) had totaled his car this weekend in an accident on the way to softball practice. What did he drive? You got it: a 1995 Mystique Y.A. Thankfully, he was unhurt.
Be safe,
