roadside assistance

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.)


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.”