So, in lieu of a full blown entry about that, have a joke on me instead.

As for me, I'm going out to see the world and get better. Smile!

and he had not seen a soul for what seemed like hours. Suddenly his car

started to cough and splutter and the engine slowly died away, leaving him

sitting by the road in total silence.

He popped the hood and looked to see if there was anything that he could do

to get it going again. Unfortunately, he had a limited knowledge of cars, so

all he could do was look at the engine, feeling despondent. As he peered by

the gradually fading light of his flashlight, he cursed that he had not put

in new batteries, like he had promised.

Suddenly, through the inky shadows, came a deep voice, "It's your fuel pump"

The man jumped up quickly striking his head on the underside of the hood.

Who said that?" he demanded.

There were two horses standing in the field alongside and the man was

amazed when the nearest of the two horses repeated, "It's your fuel pump,

tap it with your flashlight, and try it again."

Confused, the man tapped the fuel pump with his flashlight, turned the key

and sure enough, the engine roared into life. He muttered a short thanks to

the horse and screeched away.

When he reached the next town, he ran into the local bar. "Large whiskey,

please!" he said.

A rancher sitting at the bar looked at the man's ashen face and asked,

What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"It's unbelievable," the man said and recalled the whole tale to the

rancher.

The rancher took a sip of his beer and looked thoughtful. "A horse, you say?

Was it by any chance a white horse?"

The man replied to the affirmative. "Yes it was! Am I crazy?"

"No, you ain't crazy. In fact, you're lucky," said the rancher "'cause the

black horse don't know shit about cars!"