Every cloud has a silver Subaru...

A few weeks back I get a cell text that goes something like this: "Dude, a huge tree just crashed down on my car parked across my street." I did what I could to offer help but she was too distraught...when the car came out from under the very tall cedar the next day, it turned out to be still driveable so off she scooted to the 802 (Vermont)...for the holidays. Haven't gotten any distress messages lately from her, only a message asking that I save a copy of the local newspaper that carried a front-page photo and story of her mishap...
Normally, that would be the end of it, but there's more...oh, man...a few weeks back while winging down Cottage Street late afternoon (a lot of traffic) before the tree-meets-car day, a guy on a bike got banged into by a driver who he said kept driving while politely yelling out her car window "I'm sorry," without stopping right away...shaken he goes into the nearest store to call the cops only to learn that his recent history with the cops was not going to get him very far...he had been busted on a Saturday afternoon, sitting in his idling Saab outside one of our two fine laundramats, for drunk driving...cops remembered he had not been especially cooperative and asked him a question that proved to be a deal-breaker for prosecuting Subaru driving: "Did you have a light on your bike (no) because we can summons you to court for that." Wham! Their conversation was ended then and there.
It turns out I know both parties but they had never formally met, and after hearing that he had left a note after finding her parked car downtown later, I ran (no) bumped (no) saw (yes) her outside local bakery and suggested perhaps they should talk..."Is he gonna be mean to me?" she asked...Probably yes if you don't get in touch, I said...Upshot is that she did and she paid for repairs to his classic VERY VALUABLE bike...
A few days go by and she tells me she cannot believe it, but this guy by a stroke of luck lives next door to her now..."Can you fucking believe that?," she posits. "No," I reply, "I cannot fucking believe it." A few more days pass and we are struck by a one of the rain and wind storms that blew a transformer across town, effectively shutting down power everywhere within fives miles...No use sitting in the dark with my emergency lantern, might as well go to a bar and see how the other sufferers are coping...candles, that is how the bar was coping...I had just told a friend of mine who had accompanied me to the bar (and immediately separated from outside due to the incredible darkness) the tree-crash story, when I hear from the other end of the bar, a silhouetted guy telling someone a tree in his yard had crashed down on her car across the street...It was pretty eerie hearing all this in the greatly reduced light at the bar and as I looked down the bar his whole appearance looked a lot like Sweeney Todd...