Car karma

It hasn't been the best week for car stuff. Last week, while visiting Cambridge, I got a parking ticket - my first in my own car - on Broadway (between Prospect and Norfolk) for parking on the wrong half of the block, in the 2-hour zone rather than the permit-parking zone. Tonight, back at home, I had the clerk at the fast-food drive-through window recognize my car and ask me if I wanted to sell it (I think that's the fourth such solicitation so far). That's always a nice little ego boost. Two minutes later, though, I got pulled over by a cop and informed (after a minute of wondering if I had entirely hallucinated the light changing to green) that my passenger-side tail light and brake light were out. I got a warning on the tail light, but a ticket on the brake light. I'm still trying to work out if this costs me any SDIP points.

I guess I get to go and see how soggy the back end of my car really is when it's daylight again.