I got proof that our guardian angels are still looking out for us. We spent Christmas day at my parents' house, and left after dark with my son driving. A couple of miles from my folks' place are three houses that have an elaborate light display that is coordinated to music that you can hear on your car radio. We've passed this place several times over the years without incident, but this time, there were a few oncoming cars whose headlights were a bit dazzling just as we came up to the houses. I heard my son say, "what the . . . . ." and he slammed on the brakes. There were cars parked on both shoulders of the road, watching the light show, but the shoulder wasn't wide enough for them to really get off, so they had effectively turned it into a single-lane road with a 45 mph speed limit. I am sooooo glad my car has good brakes.
