Traveling in Traffic

Journeys are said to start with one step.  Mine began with a flat tire, an empty gas tank and a giant sink hole.  That was this morning on the way to a conference in South Phoenix.  The journey took more than the 38 minutes quoted by Mapquest and OnStar and turned out to be an emotional journey as well as a physical one.  Two cokes later and several hours, I made it just in time for lunch...unscathed, unruffled, and deeply impressed by those who stopped during rush hour to help.