Going to the tow yard to retrieve your vehicle is about as pleasurable as bobbing for apples in a honey-bucket.
That said, if you've spent time in prison you know that a friendly guard or a semi considerate warden can make a big difference between "spin a revolver in your mouth miserable" and the touch of human decency that allows the crucible of incarceration to be slightly more bearable.
Hence, it is with these experiences in mind that we are able to weigh the relative 1-5 star sparkle of an expectedly punishing exercise.
After arriving at the tow yard via donkey, I was helped quickly and expedited via golf cart to my kidnapped four door sedan--that lay huddled in the graveyard of abandoned and impounded vehicles. While I had to pay $117 and was late to work, all in all the least painful car recovery experience I've ever had. The lady who piloted the golf cart through the land of forgotten vehicular dreams was friendly and personable--we even talked about her recent family trip to Disneyland as if in a mutual desire to unshackle the sickness and chains of this motor vehicle infirmary. She also seemed appreciative of my empathy towards her draw in this situation which made me feel even more grateful for her anesthetic nature and ability to distract from the fury within.
Sleep with one eye opened, anonymous HOA caller who had my car towed--I shall have my vengeance, your yelpography will not come with such forgiveness.