Where am I headed at 8am of the first snow of the year?

To rescue the ditzy sister (ditzster?) who forgot how to drive in the snow in the last nine months. She’s fine, but her Prius is fucked up. Understeered into a curb from what I can make of her description and now something in the steering is bent. Car is safely off the road now awaiting a tow and I’ve gone up the street to grab her a hot chocolate.

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