This evening, unexpectedly, I became a pedestrian again.

It wouldn't have been so unexpected a turn of events if I hadn't been determinedly avoiding thinking about the growing gap between my car's maintenance needs and the maintenance schedule my budget allowed for. Now, however, I can consider my avoidance strategy vindicated. The car won't be going anywhere for a good while, therefore needs no maintenance, and so the issue requires no thinking about. Simple, really. No problem. I'll walk (or catch a bus, but I'll still call myself a pedestrian).

-- I weren't lookin' for no detour, but that detour came lookin' for me --