So, I lived.

Things were rattly and up in the air there for a bit and we did end up driving very slowly out to the shop of one of Christopher's mechanics so he could fix things for a few hours, but... Life is good. It runs fine now, and it's always nice not paying as much as they'd fleece you for if you didn't know the mechanic.

I'm not even going to mention the stories and witty asides of the guys hanging out there, because I'm too tired. (Okay, one: someone's boss has a Cadillac with a keg in the back and a tap that comes out of the dash. Seriously.)

And a fellow screenwriter pointed out Jon Carroll's column about screenwriting. I really like Jon Carroll.