"Little Honda"

This was the last time we saw our car - being picked up by a nice man in front of our apartment in DC.

John just told me that the ship carrying our car "broke down" somewhere in the big blue Atlantic.

I was actually a little relieved to hear the ship broke down. Why, you might ask? Because I thought John was going to finish the sentence as "broke apart", "broke in half", or just simply "broke".

In the words of the Beach Boys, "Honda, Honda, hang on tight!"