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Let me get this straight to the point.. take care of the operator and the machine performs in my experience with grace and in unison. I've been right where the author has been as it was described, I too had the un-sinking moment of driveway retirement in my car. I was going a bit more harder on this particular day and as I began to head back to home base I would pass 2 AutoZone stores.( Lucky for me one was within walking distance from where I was staying) hours later as I was in the mindset of just jump in and turn the key and go. I fully understood the language of my car and it was then as I thought I will car this car forever and it will be forever my mode and means to movement around in this city.. U know little country girl moves to big city as she starts to walk head high towards her goals with charisma and eagerness as the taxi at that same moment hits the petal to the metal there being a pothole in which one way is big city cosmetics that doesn't add nor take away from the lure. Taxi hit pothole which is filled in most cases with the previous weeks of rain showers, and mountainous snow melt that always seems to have the consistency of a smooth Kahlua mixed mudslide drink. And as country girl would have it registered in her mind I was the sameway best foot forward and you know what happens mudslide mixed drink and the giant wall which is transparent to others, but to her there is no other explanations other than a few seconds of processed thought where as I also had to drop my jaw to complete the exact thought... Why am I in this big city and why has my check engine light come on as a wave to my personal walk on the beach. There for me was no go back to my flat jump into the shower and start over, no with me it was so much like climbing the Alps in hopes of finding the Guru that would restore the life of my car magically and with discipline. Boy would I soon realize that there's no magic carpet in my narrative and I wasnt born into royalties my day days having a chauffeur were numbered once I declared my rights to reach the petals of my dad's little s-10 work truck. Gladly I can say as my own dreams come true in a way I am part of the process that gives us all mechanical sorrows to reciting that all so clever jingle"... Get in the ZONE,, AUTOZONE!!"

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