It was one of those nice, late summer days in August. I had spent the whole Saturday with my family. Most of the afternoon we were out on the lake, and my brother had taught me to wake board. The day had been just what I needed. I felt a great sense of joy and peace that only time with loved ones can bring you as I left my parents house to begin the hour and a half drive back to my place. I was mentally at peace, emotionally happy, and physically drained (thanks to my brother, the wakeboard, and the wipeouts). As I pulled out on to the highway I felt a definite lurch from my car – The White Stallion. I turned off the radio, rolled down the windows, and listened. This was not a new process for me. Actually, it had become a habit for me in The White Stallion which was a 1995 Nissan Altima with over 180,000 miles and a previous owner who had done little in the way of mechanical up keep. I listen and cautiously accelerated paying carefully attention to The White Stallion as it went from 2