Comes in threes? Jan. 8, 2007

This damned recuurent romance with the road!
First the tyre buckled.
Garage.
Then the exhaust fell off.
Garage.
She hadn’t paid her bill for her car breaking down.
Garage.
Then thinking me in the clear and gunning it on my way home – huge storm – the bonnet blew off on the A666.
Recovery.

In the words of Bruce Springsteen “at least the radio worked”.