But I discovered three v. important things:
1. there's a Polish restaurant near my house!
2. Oviedo, FL is very pretty.
3. I need to get my brakes checked.
The squealing! I thought it was me, because I was discussing with myself the various merits of all the songs on Schizophrenic as I drove, but when I shut up the noise continued. I'm not too worried. When I had the Chevy Nova in Taos, the one where everything hydraulic ran off one system of lines and if you were low on fluid you lost the clutch AND the brakes, and I had a leak in one of the brake lines so I clamped it so I could drive in a higher gear than 1st and thus had only three wheels that would stop, well. I never crashed then. Although I came close.
Rain, rain. Go away. Little Mary wants to