Jolly Good Fellow

More frequently than I care to admit I mumble the phrase, "Just let me make it to the barn...." when I'm driving. Like if my car breaks down, I don't care, I just don't want it to mess with my rides. Weird right? Which is why I don't care to admit it. Just this Saturday, as I pulled up the long and winding driveway and reached entrance of Sonoma Horse Park, the radio died. Then the window rolled up really slowly. Then the car came to a shuttering stop. In the middle of the road. Amidst the slight chaos of directing freights carrying hay and trailers carrying horses around the stalled car, I took a moment to give my car a quick pat and a friendly word. After all- it did what I had asked.