While driving to work in the dark, during heavy traffic I felt a bump, heard a loud clang, and saw the rooster tail of sparks in My side mirror...

Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

I thought I blew a tire and was scraping the rims on the ground.

So I hit the hazards crawled to the side of the road where a roach coach was conveniently waiting for me. I was given free cocoa, hash browns, and chicken fingers (but I paid for it anyway) and discovere My exhaust had dropped.

Again.

Not the muffler, the whole pipe from the cat to the muffler.

it felt like a good day to tke a day off, and visit the garage.

Again.

Im just fortunate they have a computer for My entertainment. Joy.