This one time Nicholas almost tried to kill me.

There I was, with my best bear bud and a car full of other humans driving from Thonon to Uzes across the country of France.

I was being a responsible bear and I buckled in.  But there we were, in the middle of nowhere at 3:00am in the morning when the car blew out a tire.

I just tried to pretend like it didn’t happen and tried to go back to sleep but you must understand a bumpy road with a blown tire is very uncomfortable for a small bear like me.

If it had happened when we were still actually on the highway like we were the previous 5 hours of the journey I wouldn’t be writing this post but thankfully we had just gotten off the highway and so it just meant we ruined the car driving metal on gravel the rest of the way to our destination.

So instead I get to write about the time Nicholas almost killed me.