"There's no place like home"

In case anyone was wondering about my previous situation, all is back to normal. My CR-V is now safe in the comfort of my garage. On my icy trek back to Clarks Summit, I could sense that he/she (I haven't looked underneath yet) missed me. I gently stroked the dashboard as if petting a dog between its ears and said, "C'mon, my little CR-V, we're finally going home." I'm not sure but I think I heard the faint sounds of "Happy Trails" playing over the radio.