chatty, poor thing. I would have been petrified. How did you stay behind the wheel and get to your destination?

Once we were on St. John vacationing with the family. We rented a jeep. Ross and one of the kids were in the front. The two other kids and I were in the back (open air, sitting on benches...how dumb is that?). It began spitting and the streets became slick. We were heading up this cliff when the jeep began slipping backwards. All I could do was pray and hold the kids. All I could think about was us falling out and Ross running over us. Nice way to end a vacation. The tires eventually gripped the ground and we made it to the top...all in one piece.

Why in the world would they rent these jeeps?