The Guardian

 I have named the big rig semi cab that parks out front.

The Guardian of the Hood.

I like it, for some odd reason.   It is about as tall as the tallest peak of my house.   It's awesome in its potential.  It's engine is quieter than Mr. Loud and Mr. Louder, my names for the two deisel pickups who park out front sometimes.

I don't mind it one bit.  

My car is in the shop this morning.   I haven't heard a thing from the shop three hours later.  Its appointment, on a cancellation, was at 8:00.  However, this morning, driving it over, it did not do its hesitation upon acceleration thing which its done every morning for the last ten days.  

What could be different, I ask myself.  Well, I put Seafoam in the tank.  I'm very skeptical additives help anything.  Modern gas has plenty of cleaners added in.  I also took it on a high speed jaunt yesterday afternoon.  Did the dual affects of getting the motor up to high rpms plus Seafoam clean out some carbon?  If so, maybe the problem is dirty fuel injectors?  Or dirty fuel filter?  Who knows.  However, I had hoped in my usual in-awe-of-mechanics skill set optimism, to hear back soon, that all is perfect with my beloved little car.  

I hold auto mechanics in about the same esteem as neuro surgeons.  High up there, in other words.   Mechanics, builders, farmers, doctors/nurses---they keep us all going.   Sure I'm a big fan, why wouldn't I be.

 It's the greatest car ever I think.    Just thinking about that car now, I smile in the bliss of wonderful memories and pride.  What could be better than a cheap used car I can sleep in that gets good gas mileage and can carry close to 30 cats off to be fixed, if packed correctly.

I bristle when someone suggests time to dump the wreck and find something else.  It hurts when someone says that, because the car is awesome and how could they not understand that and say move on to something else, like I could anyhow, like its that simple, like I'm fricking rich and can just go pick out another car.  Nor do people realize only certain cars work for me and my low budget--has to get good gas mileage, haul cats and be cheap to repair.   Know what fits all three criteria---my car does!

I bet The Guardian understands.   It towers like an all seeing power above the other vehicles of the block.  

I'll end this post with a photo of the latest of so many neighbor cats in my yard.  I am getting a little tired of people not taking care of their own cats.  I came home from dropping off my car, to see the gray tux and white and black long hair, one owned, one not sure where he belongs, fighting my front yard.   

Just an hour ago, I see this cat in my driveway....