When the worst happens, the classic response is fight or flight, but I’ve been known to freeze. Standing in the parking space where my Ford Fiesta should have been when it was stolen in 2009, my body was gripped by a kind of paralysis.
My mind was in overdrive, my imagination racing through the worst-case scenarios, and I was unable to speak or move. This reaction was short-lived. I called the police, I got lucky, and I was able to see my Fiesta again, but only to sign the paperwork for it to be scrapped. Joyridden and wrecked, the outcome was a fear come true. I have nightmares about what could happen to FSK.
At home, and on the road, I take precautions to keep the MGA safe. Recently, the…