I thought Matthias was an Olympic decathlete.

I seem to have made it through this Friday the 13th without having my car rear-ended, as happened the last time the ominous date roled around. I know the day's not over yet, so it could theoretically still happen, but it's pretty unlikely since the car's parked in the driveway, 400 yards from the street, and I have no plans for going out this evening. It's far more likely that a tree will fall on it instead.