You know how you can get cranky when all of a sudden the "check engine" light starts to glow? Well as I went straightaway to the Model Garage I sensed that soon my troubles would be over. But hell the great mechanics and their entourage of support there did not even allow me to get all worked up over my broken down/woe-is-me/what-is-going-to-befall-me-next condition for they solved the issue so fast I was still standing at their incoming desk beginning to describe what I believed was the genesis of the problem when they told me to hit the road - with, of course, my ready-to-roar/watch-me-go/ain't-life-pretty car. The problem: A faulty crank sensor. These folks are veritable geniuses. How did they know, yes how did they sense, and with the speed and assurance that is the hallmark of their terrific auto repair service, take care of my crankiness with such demonstrable and adroit precision and care, by knowing that the "check engine" light really indicated that my mood was giving the needed clue to what produced it. I guess that the alarm of this light going off was but for them the equivalent of the veritable light bulb going off above their heads, illuminating solutions and revealing the heart of the matter. I can tell you I ain't cranky anymore.