Love the title. Must think of more!

Friend, we had a flat tire in your convertible whatever-the-hell-car-that-was when we were driving to Pearl River for something...St. Passy's Day parade? Christening? High school graduation? What was that?

That would by St Paddy's Day, by the way...

The LeBaron! It's much missed. But really? You and I drove to PR together for something? How did the tire get fixed?

I think we ended up calling a road service or something? Or some one stopped to help us? The only thing I remember is that it was warm, beautiful weather, we were grooving our kerchiefed (sp?) heads when a few cars started to pass us by, pointing at the tire- after a few random waves and thumbs up signs, we finally realized that something wasn't right and I have a vague recollection of us thinking about our bum luck. Though come to think of it, we definitely didn't have cellphones, so seriously, how did that work? Doesn't any of this ring a bell to you? Am I totally crazy? It could have been during our summer of "love" so it is possible that I was crazy...