I hate cars.

They've broken my heart like I was a castaway lover.

They break down on me, go flat on me, strand me, and even blow up on me.

I'm bad luck with cars.

On Monday morning, Ryan Jaenicke over at Northland Tire took care of the latest problem with my rambling wreck.

It's the one time Sylvia would have been able to catch me speeding.

I put 50 pounds of air in the flat front tire, refilled the air compressor, tossed it in the back seat because the back hatch no longer opens, and hit 65 in the forest and even faster to Wannaska where I put more air in the tire at Lee's Store parkin...