We’ve all been there before: it’s 1 am, you’ve just returned from Newport, and you’re sitting in the driveway to the Power Street parking garage like an idiot because you can’t figure out how to return your rental car. In the words of a the greatest epic poet of the 8th century B.C.
Okay, so maybe we haven’t all been there, but I sure have (and so has that confused looking girl I saw sitting in that Scion on the way over here). Allow me to explain the set of circumstances that now find you banging your head against the steering wheel. [Read more →]