now, with its attention once again turning towards him, he waved his arms and yelled at it. apparently it was not the one in your path. i turned the key and would hear the engine roar to life and consider what a miracle it was to think that just a few weeks before, that engine was nothing more than a pile of parts, and now it was sitting behind me purring and puffing that faint white smoke that new parts generate when they all work together for the first time. just a batting average play at best. 