The Magic Button

I remember when I was packed up and driving down to North Carolina with my two best friends as we ventured off to college together.  We all played soccer, so we were going down for pre-season.  I will tell you that in this part of my life I had no inclination about how cars worked.  My best friend was even worse.  No one and I mean no one should have ever listed to our advice about cars. matter of fact, if your car broke down and we came by to help, you likely would have asked us to move along.

Well on our way, I was driving my 1974 Vega.  It was a less than stellar car to own.  It being my first car that I bought for $800 made it a blessing.  That was the prototype AB car.  It got me from A to B. It was a 4 cylinder piece of pure sloth power.

On this trip we got pretty close to Richmond, where we hit a rest stop.  When I got back in the car to start it, it would not turn over.  I started to panic.  my Dad was not going to drive down 3 hours to help me.  My dad loved me, but three hours was something he would not even think about doing.

Then my friend who knows less about cars than I do got under the hood poking around.  This scared me like crazy.  It was like have someone with seizure performing brain surgery.  So as I am on a pay phone trying to see if he can assist me over the phone I see my friend still poking around my engine.  I ask my dad to hang on for a moment and I yell to my friend to leave the car alone.  I do not want to make it worse.  I still had hopes that my dad could walk me through a solution.  Well my dad and I were not communicating well and I started to feel a  sense of panic.  i did not have emergency money.  my dad certainly did not have time or money to help us.  I was starting to dread what our options actually were.

Then I see my friend get behind the driver’s wheel of my car.  My frustration with my friend started to peak as I saw our options dwindling fast.  MY friend then starts the car and throws me a thumbs up sign.  I was thinking, “you have got to be crazy”.  How in the world did you fix the car.

His response was that he was looking for a button to push.  I guess like some form of a reset button.  He hit the only button that could be found under the hood and it actually worked.  The car was a gem and got us to the college and was reliable transportation for my time there.

Here was what made me mad.  I realized that I was the dumbest person on the planet as it related to cars.  I took some pride for a couple years that I may be bad but I am not as bad as my friend. What this showed was that indeed I was not as talented as my friend who thought to push a magic button so that the car would work.  It actually happened.

On a side note.  This is my same friend that at a pool party did a trick with bee that amazed everyone.  While we were at the pool, a bumble started to dive bomb us.  My friend put out his finger like he was expecting a bird to perch on it. Within ten seconds the Bumble Bee landed on his finger and after about 30 seconds it flew away. That day I knew he had mystical powers.  Who can speak to Bees and Vegas with such ease.  that is my friend who can do that.  How I covet his talents.

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