Everything Will Be Allright

The whole thing was so traumatic, until now I've hardly been able to talk about it. Back in the middle of December I drove the Ultimate Driving Machine into a pole in the parking garage. We limped into my parking spot and I quickly packed up my sorrow along with all the Christmas presents and got on the plane to spend the holidays in New York. Upon returning to California my brother, the only one who truly shared my grief, took a hammer to the no longer divinely beautiful silver body and managed to get the whole thing into a somewhat drivable state. But today, after searching high and low for an appropriately caring repair shop the whole mess is in somebody else's hands. And as soon as I saw all the other sadly damaged German cars and the nice man behind the counter started speaking with me about the UDM I knew I was in good hands. The Ultimate Driving Machine may never be quite the same again but I've come to terms with the fact that it will be allright.