Sometimes we just have to repeat ourselves. For those bitches who haven’t yet heard our AAA philosophy, here it comes.

(Insert lots of dramatic, self-important throat clearing.)

So.

We had a flat tire recently. A real blow-out. Alone, stranded on the side of the road, sun setting, no spare in the trunk, we counted our blessings for the AAA card tucked inside our wallet. Saved us an arm and a leg on towing charges. Yes, our hearts melted with gratitude when the tow-driver descended from his vehicle. Speaking of arms and legs… his were the perfect blend of sinew and sculptedness. Picture a cross between Marlon Brando in Streetcar and Michelangelo’s David. We’re talking epic. The nametag on his shirt said DAVE, as if to confirm the resemblance to that 16th-century sculpture. Dark eyes, square jaw, amazing butt—

The tire. This is about the tire.

Got us thinking about AAA. Saves big bucks in the long term, and assures a bitch’s safety out on the open road. (And we’re all about the open road, as you’ll see in our book.) That said, we’ve discovered it’s not uncommon for people to pay twice for the same service. Yes, you absolutely need a roadside assistance plan. But it’s often the case that your car’s warranty, or your auto insurance policy, include this feature. Double check! We’re all for 2-for-1, but not when you’re paying twice.

So make two quick calls today: your insurance company and car dealer. Drop AAA if you find you’re already covered.

If we break down on a major highway we always stick to the pros (it’s dangerous out in the fast lane). But it’s worth noting that a true bitch knows how to change a tire herself (and always has a spare in the trunk—we’ve learned our lesson). Because while it’s fun to ogle that sexy driver, rescue-me fantasies only go so far.

(If you’re reading, Dave honey, I didn’t mean it… You can rescue me whenever you like.)