Without stress, my life would be meaningless...

Why is it, that when you're rolling back home with the engine seriously overheating, the temperature reading bumping off the stop, serious doubts as to whether it's going to make it or not, and you really need to get some speed so you can get air in that intake to cool as best you can that you encounter every dawdler, every granny, every drunk driver determined not to show out to the police, none of which want to go over 25mph?

So....

Is this the end for the gay coloured green Honda? Watch this space. I seriously hope so...