Sometime next week the transmission witch doctor will put on the face paint and the feathers. He'll smoke a deer hair filled, dried, white wolf turd, he'll do his dance.... Then he'll shuck a hand full of dried chicken bones out into an old turtle shell for a reading on why the magic is broken inside the housing known as "auto-matic-transmission"
I expect a call from him telling me he needs a spark plug wire from a cummins 12 valve, a hens tooth and a pint of turnip blood to mix his anti venom for the evils that have killed the magic in the E4OD.
