True…but I’d still say my chances of getting randomly shot, mugged, or beat to a pulp by a bat rose dramatically when my old 1996 Black 328is (with aftermarket rims) broke down (water pump failed) in the South Side of Chicago at 10:00pm on a warm July night in 2000…that was not fun…especially when I pulled into a gas station and immediately was greeted by some boys of the neighborhood. At that point, I said F*ck my car’s engine…I’m outta here.