yesterday I went to the tigers blue jays game in detroit. It was totally on a whim. It's about 3 1/2 hour drive from toronto and after driving there, eating a foot long chili cheese dog, a pretzel, a 32 ounce beer and swallowing a bue jays sloppy loss to a inferior team I headed off for home. About an hour and a half into the drive I was following a sunfire in fronto of me when for what ever reason he decided it would be a good idea to runn over a full tractor trailer tire tread in the road. I wasn't far behind him and travelling at about 140KM/h (i know, i know). I t was also about 12 and I was pretty fatigued from the day. I just instantly got two hands back on the wheel and did my evasive driving move and the jetta she tracked like a champ. My friend riding shotgun was crapping himself. He was like if we did that in my civic we'd be in the rubarb. I was so happy with my car. For the next 2 hours I was loving it. Then I dropped my friend off. Then I had ANOTHER COIL PACK FAILURE and had to limp the car home. I guess you can't have good without the bad.