I am at the shop, they know which one. For we met an Ambulance thereof at the big Roundabout - this is the one that The Process does not like* - (*or rather, he doth like!) - which overlooked the left turn round the back roads that was immediately available to us almost as an invitation, and heavy rain to the point of Forked Lightning.
As I got out of the car I seth I hope it hits the car, but that he should not take it personally. If it hits the Ambulance I hope it blows the tires as it negates on the tarmack.