I came home one night to find the Little Red Ped sitting in front of the garage with her guts spilling out. She hadn’t been running all that well lately and Ryan was bound and determined to find out the cause. I insisted it was a minor issue that I could definitely live with and begged him to put it back together. Big mistake–about a week later I called him from work to tell him that the poor little ped was dead as could be and would be spending the night alone in the parking garage at the Prudential Center.
Next time, when he say’s it’s broken–it’s broken.