I am completely justified/exonerated in getting the new car. With Coop in the back seat, I’m cruising down 360 at or near the posted speed of 60mph, when dude in his 1995 Ford Escort “Sport” darts out from behind cars on the crossover, directly in front of me. In a move that made Jeff Gordon wince even though he didn’t know why, I stomped on the brakes hard enough to engage the anti-locks and the traction control.