Horse Power

As school is set to begin, my truck and I are both screaming down the road again. Actually, it is I doing the screaming. (I call it singing if you recall from a past rambling. I look it as a form of self-defense. It sends deer flying. It works better than the little black things people stick on the roofs of their cars.) As I pass the Shell station I moan a little at the state of gas prices. Trucks do not do well in the gas mileage department. Each trip into work gets a little pricier. I suppose I could take my van. But, it is a mini-van, not a truck. My wife laughs at my weak stab at masculinity. So she suggests, take the horse.