I got a call today from Roger, who needed me to rescue him when our beloved Jeep Wrangler wouldn't start. Luckily she was in his mom's driveway and we were able to push her into the garage to protect her from the sprinklers.
We bought her new 20 years ago. She's a member of the family, really.
And, boo, it's Saturday tomorrow, it's supposed to reach 80 degrees, and her roof is off. Hopes of adventure are dashed.