Intellectual Defenestration

Stupid Henry Ford

The tale of my automotive trials this morning is simply too long and sordid to bother telling the world. Suffice it to say, I hate cars right now. Hate. Blinding, illogical, guttural hate.

So my wife and I are talking about getting horses instead. We could put a little bit of work into our back porch and make it a passable stable. And, while we do not have a large backyard, I think I could work out a deal with our neighbors to allow our horses to graze in their yards in return for horse fertilizer for their gardens.

There are many potential benefits to this: cleaner air, less chance for breakdowns, better companionship, better ability to relate to Hidalgo, and you don't have to worry about car mechanics ripping you off. Sure I won't have a car stereo anymore, but my stereo was giving me trouble anyway.