Dear Fate:

It is not funny to kill the transmission in my Bike/Fish Mobile when my husband is trying to get back from his mom's house to rejoin the last day of his male-bonding fishing trip. He's spent the last couple days dealing with an obstinate selfish aging mother while missing a couple of days from a 25+ yr old annual ritual with friends he only sees once a year because this family meeting just had to be scheduled this week instead of next. So it's 4 pm in Pocahello* on a Friday. Could you have made it any closer to the weekend? Or ruined anymore of his very special trip?

SK

*No insult intended to residents of southeastern Idaho. I love it there. Except when the car dies and home is 600 miles away and he has a friend with him he has to get home.