I have to get an early start. The Jeep needs new tires, and the money’s in the account and the tires are (hopefully) waiting for me at the shop in town.
But I don’t normally drive the Jeep to town myself, for (to paraphrase Monty Python) a very real and legally binding reason. I know it’ll be all right. It’s not like ninjas are waiting for me at the border or anything for chrissake. But I don’t really believe it’ll be all right, and I won’t till I make it home unmolested by the Forces of Law and Order.
So. Here we go.