The Phantom Menace Rides Again!

I am once more one of the motoring gentry. It took 45 minutes of hacking away at layers of slush and ice and the wrath of Al Gore, but finally, my car is free from the ravages of the Arctic. Of course, freedom must always come at a price, and sacrifices had to be made. One cheap-ass plastic shovel laid down its life that my car may be freed from its ice prison and I may drive down to the store to buy turkey bacon and sugar wafers. If there is a lesson to be learned here, it must be that you should stock up on turkey bacon and sugar wafers before the storm.