I was visiting missionaries in Santa Cruz and we went up into the mountains. On the way back down, we heard a loud bang and suddenly the car was having trouble, the driver said the axle on our taxi broke . . . he said it was because “we ate too much ice cream,” but given the fact that his seat was a lawn chair, I think that maybe the car was a bit worn out! We finally got down off the mountain by driving very slowly and sitting as far from the broken axle as possible. It was a hoot and a time I’ll never forget!