triple B

Thank you, Buggs! I was super-worried that I had melted Nigel‘s engine, driving him while he was overheating.

(It turned out ok, but I was without my precious Mini for six weeks while we waited for parts to come from Germany. UGH.)

Transcript:

Mr and Mrs Bugg have leaped into their convertibles and are speeding off to find help, because they are sweet and they care about me.

The text reads: “The buggs are mobilized to make sure your car gets taken care of.”