My Subie's in the shop today getting its rear brakes redone.
Since I work in the middle of nowhere (according to the lucky few who live in A2), I couldn't take the dealer's usual shuttle to work, and my Subaru service manager sent his newest employee to be my personal chauffeur.
So today I was driven to work by a Polish ex-Special Forces body-builder who just got his discharge papers and wants to move to Wyoming.
About halfway through the usual back-road route, we ran into some serious flooding and had to turn around and pick our way south using gravel roads. My driver drove kind of like I do in the country -- a little too fast, and evidently the "steer-and-accelerate-to-avoid-trouble" trick is Polish as well as German. We flew over potholes, loose gravel, and muddy spots, and I started hoping that he'd had some sort of Special Forces driver training. Just in case.
But, of course, I arrived safely and uneventfully at my front door.
And now I kind of like the idea of having a personal bodyguard/chauffeur.
Too bad the State keeps cutting aid to libraries... (heh).