There is someone, somewhere, watching out for me. Or for Ruby (my car).
A couple of days ago, there was a weird clicking sound coming from the driver's side front tire. When I looked at it, I didn't see anything. A few days later, Ruby got wobbly. My dad was riding with me, and he got worried and insisted that we take the car in to the dealership. We did (well, he did, I went to work), and it turns out that the tire had split, the other front tire was close to splitting, and both rear tires were getting thin. I'm lucky I didn't die.
I'm also the girl who drove to the dealership with her engine held on by only two bolts. On the same side.
And just a few weeks ago, I barely missed getting hit by an idiot running a red light. I don't know how I managed to get so lucky. I'm grateful for it, though.
And I've learned my lesson - if my car starts doing weird things, I'll take her in right away!