And for Meg ...of course I remember when the Silver Rabbit got hit. I can see us both at the kichen sink that day, surrounded by the White Tidewater cabinets that weren't plain white like I thought, and when I tried to send them back they wouldn't take them. The sudden huge crash, dripping hands and the car mashed into the light pole and the curb. It's funny though, I don't have the same clear picture of the other cars, only of our poor little Rabbit. And remember how it never really drove right again after that? If you watched it from behind, you could see three tires instead of just two, kind of like a crab going a little sideways down the road.