Well, I suppose I can\u2019t write a Traffic Report and not mention car trouble.\r\nRemember back when I complained about my road, that it was rougher than ever and I wasn\u2019t sure I was going to survive the winter? Well, it turns out it wasn\u2019t the road. That\u2019s the good news.\r\nThe bad news is, it was my car. Or rather, my car\u2019s suspension system. Or rather, my car\u2019s lack thereof. Anyway, I\u2019ve told y\u2019all I drive a gigantic SUV; what I haven\u2019t mentioned is it has an air suspension system. Frankly, my car\u2019s suspension system never seemed worth mentioning. Heck, it was hardly worth thinking about.\r\nBut then, a couple months ago, I started noticing that my car wasn\u2019t handling the bumps and potholes on the Friars Hill Road like she used to. So, I did what everyone who lives out my way does: I complained about the road.\r\nOne weekend, my older daughter had a friend over for a sleepover, and as we headed up the mountain towards home, I warned them both that the road was in really bad shape and to hold on tight. The friend\u2019s cell phone had an app that measures how many steps she took in a day - the ride was so bouncy that it calculated she had taken 7,000 steps.\r\nI began to wonder.\r\nA few days later, Tom took me for a ride in his pickup truck. Tom\u2019s truck has 285,000 miles on it, and its last remaining shock is lying in the back seat. When we rode down the hill, I said to him, your truck\u2019s suspension is better than mine. He looked at me like I was nuts.\r\nWelp.\r\nI started complaining. \u201cThere\u2019s something the matter with my car,\u201d I told him.\r\n\u201cWe should get it checked out,\u201d he replied.\r\nTime went on.\r\nLuckily, the next week I got a flat tire. Don\u2019t get me wrong. I don\u2019t particularly like flat tires, but getting a flat and taking it into the shop kind of forced the issue. \u201cSo,\u201d I said to my mechanic. \u201cWhile you\u2019re changing the tire, could you take a look at my car? Maybe drive it around the block?\u201d\r\nI like to be right. In fact, I relish it. Tom and the girls know that the nicest phrase they can say to me is, \u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d I get all glowy, blush a little bit and demure, \u201cI know.\u201d (I always cast my eyes down when I do this because I am delicate feminine flower.)\r\nThis time, I\u2019d rather have been wrong, because, yes, something was wrong with my car. Something utterly esoteric and expensive and unable to be fixed locally. Remember that air suspension I was talking about earlier? You do? Well, basically, it went flat.\r\nI have talked to various and sundry mechanics and gone on millions of user forums looking for a work-around for repairing my suspension system. Tom and I have weighed the benefits of repairing the car, on which we still owe money, versus buying a new one. At this point, we\u2019re going for the repair. We just have to get it to Roanoke first.\r\nGood times.\r\nSo, now, remember Tom\u2019s pickup truck? The one with the 285,000 miles? That\u2019s become our primary vehicle. And I\u2019ve told y\u2019all about that truck before: it\u2019s the one that\u2019s full of building plans, Tudor\u2019s Biscuit World napkins, tools and sawdust. When I climb in, Tom has to clear me a spot.\r\nThe truck\u2019s got a back seat, so that\u2019s where the girls ride, squeezed in next to the tools. It smells a little bit in there. Well, a lot. And it\u2019s dirty. But, here\u2019s the thing: it works, and God bless it, it gets us to town every day so we can work all day and try and save up some money to fix my car.\r\nWe just have to make a loan payment on it first.