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 Too many people have no compassion for engines. I used to have a neighbor who’d get in his truck in the morning, shove the accelerator to the floor and turn the key. Whereupon his engine would leap out of bed screaming. And so would my teeth. They were on edge beyond screaming – they’d try to leap out of my mouth. And the neighbor would blithely sit there with his foot on the gas for what seemed like hours. It amounted to cruelty of the most egregious sort.
Engines, to me, are living, breathing beings. They’re no less alive than, say, a dog or a cat. Granted, they don’t react to humans the way pets do, but I’ve found that engines have personalities and spirits. Some are friendly, others less so. Some can be cantankerous, some are downright contrary.
Anthropomorphic engines? Grease monkeys know its true.
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Re: Engine Compassion
