text:  Bless my wife's heart, she thinks I can fix anything that breaks in our house, including the cars. I know nothing about cars. If you ever see my legs sticking out from under a car, please God, call 911 because something bad has happened. But if we're on the road and the car acts up, I am obligated to pull off to the side and at least act like I know what I'm doing. And when I open the hood to that car, I might as well be staring into the human brain.