It wasn't until May of '97 that the problem got so bad I was leary about giving people rides.
A group of us had gotten out of a pool-hall at 5 in the morning and David Smith the younger was getting in the car when I said, "Listen, the car's been making some strange noises. If I'm going to die in this car, I want to do it with a clear consince." He rode with Lila, which was for the better in the long run.
Everyone was supposed to meet at my place for breakfast, so I had people following me when it happened. What I'd like to know is, when I've got 7 people following in 3 different cars, why do I have to wait on the side of the road for 40 minutes?
We were north-bound on central and Frank was in his Geo Metro. He was about to pass me when the Taurus lurched to the left. I swung the car to the right and managed to find a shoulder to park on. I say managed because Central expressway was under heavy cconstruction in that area and a shoulder was rare to find.
Several miraculous things happened when I had the accident.
I made it home in one piece, and I had a nifty rental car until I got my new car.
So far, everything with the new car has been okay. I ususaly don't have much luck with cars.