He said she was fueled by rage. A common enough figure of speech, and that’s all I took it for, but he was right. For all the power she could muster up, there needed to be some anger behind it.

Not just my anger, it could be anyone’s. I tried being angry at her for a while, but it didn’t work so consistently, so I started manipulating those around me. Get enough people angry and she’ll keep on goin’ to the ends of the earth.

Of course, it gets to be a problem sometimes. I need to set aside extra time for errands, because I drive so slowly on the highways these days. Never run out of fuel that way, especially in the fast lane. Honks and obscene gestures ensure I’ll get to work and back.

And one time I crashed pretty bad, had to pay for some repairs. I’d come to a dead stop on the highway in the middle of the night, with nobody around, and I shotgunned a few beers just to get her started again. Ended up slamming her into my own mailbox though. I had the bill for repairs to keep her fueled up after that.