Well, Festus, I'll just have to offer some Snickers (not the almond ones!) to the chariot gods in the fond hope they'll smite the recalcitrant dealer and minions, but not until after they replace the engine or the vehicle. I'm just glad that, aside from clouds of smoke, you emerged unscathed from the premature collapse of your car.

Since your last message said nothing about interface problems, I assume they've been resolved. If not, let Cornellia know.

I'm familiar with the "shank's mare is faster than public transit" problem. It can take me 18 minutes to walk to work from my express bus stop, but 20 minutes when I transfer to the local bus.

It's so good to hear from you, and I hope your wheels are restored in short order.