Doh! I never check my voicemails.I always assume its my mom, ex-girlfriend, or AOL -- I cancelled by reporting my card as missing, so they keep calling. The weather was terrible anyway (so much for enjoying Atlanta's nightlife), so until next time.
The Maxima was being driven to Florida because it was being sold to a friend in Tampa. The long, straight, high-speed parts of I-75 would have been SPECTACULAR for the Q.
Then again, the poor Maxima was subjected to this:Evidence that the rubber door seals are still good!

Next time I drive down there I'm bringing a snorkel... for the streets.
Some photos:
http://www.jgulati.com/florida/