MY KINGDOM FOR A...

Is there anything in the world (besides medical news... cancer, pregnant, balding...) that generates more anxiety than car problems? You take a successful guy, put him in a BMW or something like it, and let that beautiful automobile develop a noise or hiccup, and his world comes crashing down. Right?? And we all go through it. We all flip out. Know why? I'll tell you.

It's not the money... though that never helps the situation.

It's not that we love the car/truck/SUV all THAT much. Let's face it, these are different times. People don't have the loyalty to the autos like they used to.

It's not the greasy, smirking mechanic that talks to you like a four year old.

It's none of that.

It IS the loss of control. I'm right, aren't I? hehehehehe...

Who doesn't feel like a loser when their friend/relative/whoever... has to pick them up from the auto shop? Who doesn't become a second class citizen when you have to "bum" a ride into work? Who has not paced the halls of their home at ten thirty in the evening because you can't jump into you baby and get a pint of ice cream when you need it most?

And that's when it hits you about how dependent you are on that wonderful little rolling box... that plays the music YOU like. That moves as fast as YOU want to go. That waits for you all day to come out of the office, and never complains when you leave it out in the rain while you enjoy a movie. Never shoots you a look for smoking a cigarette, or picking your nose, or singing to that Pink song you won't admit you like to anyone else.

MY little rolling box... my little secret keeper... my little... click click click....

START, YOU SON OF A .....

They shoot horses, don't they?