About halfway to Indy, my car started shaking disconcertingly. My carpool buddy and I found a small auto repair shop in Mooresville, and spent the next two hours hanging out with Jim, Jim Junior, and their exceedingly friendly cat Gigi while the Jims tracked down a new spark plug and fixed the car. I am grateful for their expertise and friendliness -- even though we missed class, it ended up being a pretty enjoyable afternoon.
