Never have I believed in cosmic intervention more than when our old truck broke down only steps away from Ferber's and the incredible team of Katie, Ricky, and Victor. On the way back to DC from our wedding in Georgia, our 1991 Ford Ranger started to die on 95. We pulled off just in time, and after hobbling over to Ferber's we began recounting our predicament for Katie and Ricky. Even though they were only a couple hours away from closing up on a Friday, they took us under their wings and assured us that we'd be back home by the end of the night. In record time, Victor had installed a new alternator and we hit the road. Only moments after getting back on the road we knew something wasn't right and the engine started smoking. We pulled off again and called Ricky, who was there to meet us at Ferber's doors with a loaner car for us to get home. Not sure yet what will come of the truck, but know that we'll forever owe the happy end of our honeymoon to the team at Ferber's!