Imagine for a moment that you are in an open-top convertible, speeding along a steep mountain pass. It’s the most fun EVAH until you discover that your brakes have failed and you’re hurtling towards a sharp bend in the road. Once you have finished soiling yourself, it’s decision time: Do you continue on towards an unknown future (even though a sticky reenactment of the end of Thelma & Louise seems pretty certain), or do you slam into the side of the mountain, knowing you will probably survive, even though your beloved vehicle won’t?
When I eventually became conscious of my surroundings again, everything hurt and the car was wrecked. Still, I live to drive another day, although I think maybe I’ll just walk for now.