Bad Subaru!

Gwen's naughty little Subaru misbehaved this week and wound up in the body shop. Carl was driving down our driveway (thankfully I wasn't) and the car developed a mind of its own and took off in the general direction of a tree. We couldn't drive it out of the ditch that it had worked its way into, so we tried to pull it out with the tractor; it still wouldn't budge. The body shop picked it up yesterday with a flatbed truck and hauled it off.



Other than hurting the car and the bark on a tree, everything else is fine (i.e. the people who were in the car). More than likely I am going to be at least somewhat scared of our road again (I had actually gotten comfortable with it), but hopefully not to the point where I won't leave the house.