CST ah, tired. The good tired that comes with visitors and much talking and staying up past your bedtime to catch up on stories that are much more reluctantly told over the impersonalizing medium of the 'net. He's had more of an interesting day than any of us bargained on.
Accidents are, by their nature, unscheduled.
As I was driving Kat's car back from the airport, the transmission gave out. This, of course, is a bad thing to have happen when you're barreling down a highway at 75mph. To look down as the car starts shuddering just in time to see the tachometer spike to nearly 60,000rpm and feel the accelerator fall to the floor is a frightening experience, especially if you've been rear-ended less than three months before. Looking up into the rearview mirror and seeing cars advancing on you quickly, quickly, too quickly - I've had that happen to me once this year already and it would be nice if it did not happen again. To make it worse, the car I was driving was one I was unfamiliar with.