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Apparently only the hetero fifties-style couples have been banned from kissing at Warrington Bank Quay Station, because it holds up commuters.

Car trouble is no fun, especially when your regular friendly independent mechanic cannot fix the problem, and it has to be taken to the dealer. Ugh. Being a one-car family, it’s quite a hassle to be car-free. But I got lucky today and Flow VW gave me a loaner!! So this is what I’m driving for Christmas 

It has been almost ten years since I owned an SUV, but I clearly remember the feeling you get when you can drive over shit without fear getting stuck. I didn’t do it often, but I sure needed it the evening I was in a state park with my dog and and accidentally stayed past closing time - and got locked in. When I realized that I could easily drive over the curb, up a small hill, and around the locked gates, I felt empowered and vindicated for owning such a behemoth. The only other time I really felt that way was when I crashed it into a guardrail in Iowa during an icy storm. I totally smashed in the front left quarter panel, but I distinctly remembering noting that if I did not go over the side of the bridge, my giant car would protect me. That’s not really true in the Jetta, despite the multiple airbags.

This column in the NYTimes started this line of thinking.

p.s. Gabby got her driver’s license today!!