When I was sixteen, I bought an old beater car from one of my neighbors. I absolutely loved the color and the fact that I could customize the interior. Unfortunately, the engine had more than a few minor problems. After driving it for a few weeks, it started to slow down and sputter. Instead of pulling my car off to the side, I decided to stop right in the middle of a busy intersection, figuring that the tow truck driver could deliver me from danger. As I watched the driver dodge oncoming traffic, I realized that it was important to teach other people about how to become a responsible towing patron.