With the help of my trusty bro, about nine ceramic tiles, and a bit of luck I was able to coax Bubbi down to UPullit. It was a journey damned by the gods from the start. On ramp to Dodge at 150 I was already on the side of the road with a bit of smoke. It appears the muffler tape isn't so keen on touching catalytic converters. A leisurely stroll down Pacific was plagued with shifting tiles, hot exhaust, and the heel of my sandal started to melt on the tiles. Great. The last hump up the UPullit Drive was a bit concerning, but we were in, they asked what price I was quoted, four-fiddy pour out, and I was off with a check and my plates in hand.

Oddly sad.

Oh well that was an uncomfortable drive down there in terms of handling, acceleration, and a mildly burning foot.

She's not my problem any more!