I own a beater of a car (2000 Mazda Miata). At this point in time, I have probably put enough parts into that car to supply an Oreilly's. Everyday when I crank the ignition I pray to whatever deity is listening to make it turn over. Most of the time my prayers are rewarded, some of the time they are not. In the latter case, I take it to Lakeview, and they perform a voodoo ritual to make the car run again. The specifics of this magic I am unaware, but the end result is the same: I have a running car. The time has finally come to put this daughter of Lilith into it's well deserved grave, but before I stuff a pillow over it's exhaust pipe, I will take the next car I buy to be inspected by Lakeview, so that they may perform the ritual to keep that one running as well. Like the German Blitz Reich, my car runs ever onward.