Are cars religious?

Jen and I are solid sleepers. Once asleep not much disturbs us. Our bedroom faced the road, Reg and Annie’s was at the back of the house shielded from the noises out front. One morning Jen and I headed off separately to our respective workplaces.

Later that day Reg rings me and asks if I’d noticed his car when I left the house. Sure I said, it was parked out front. He told me to have a closer look when I came home.

When I got home, I had to stifle my laughter. The car was missing all four wheels. And the thieves had kindly left it with the axles propped up on bricks. They must have been very quiet. Jen and I had not heard a peep of noise.

Each of us agreed that for all intents and purposes it looked like the Nissan was kneeling in the gutter.

Reg took the wheels off Jen’s Celica, fitted them to the Nissan and moved it into the garage. Making it safer while he sourced new wheels and tyres.

Of course Reg over engineered the solution. After replacing the wheels he bought four sets of wheel lock nuts and put one from each set on each of the wheels. I pity who ever bought the car. You needed four different tools to get each wheel off the car.

To this day I always think of the Nissan as kneeling, and wondering what God it was kneeling in prayer to?