I was to bear witness to the omnipotent power of the viking mobile today. Since there wasn’t a large amount of humidity in the air and I wasn’t driving through 2-4″ of water, the car was feeling a bit frisky and wanted to run. So I let it go. It was almost like cutting your puppy loose in the park after being cooped up for the week. It was responsive, quick and more aggressive than it has been in a minute. We were happily wandering back roads when out of nowhere this marmota monax lunged from the ditch and came after the viking mobile. With its ferousious gallop and agile ability I was completely taken aback. I attempted to maneuver away from this hideous and obviously rabid animal but the viking mobile was in no mood to be led out of harms way. The damn thing pulled back to meet its advisory head on. It was the jousting match of the century, mammal versus machine. As I tightened for the  impending impact I waited with baited breath. Then the viking mobile released a vociferous battle cry then, THUMP. It was over. The car had released this agony stricken vulgar creature from this plane of existence and sent it back to where it belongs, the bowels of hell. It didn’t even skip a beat, continuing along its path, purring as if nothing had happened, as if it had not just potentially met its match. I was proud of the viking mobile for the victory it had just achieved. With even a little more umpf than what it had possessed moments earlier we continued on our trek. We continued to promenade back and forth through back roads basking in the little amount of sunshine that would intermittently peak out from the clouds.  Unaware we were that there is a very elaborate, underground groundhog communication system. It would appear that one of those nasty little creatures witnessed the aforementioned battle and sent word to all the other lice ridden obese vegetarians. We had traveled no further than 4 kilometers when I once again we were to be assaulted. This time not only the viking mobile was prepared but I was confident that it had total control of the situation. Just as the previous encounter had ended in a torn, bloody, oil soaked mangled mess this homeotherm was to suffer the same fate as its brethren. It didn’t make it more than 5 steps onto the tar and chip when it was snatched up by the front passenger side tire, tossed leisurely to the back tire, then discarded onto the road, rolling and flopping, dead. I believe the viking mobile has put forth the statement that it does not care to share its roadways with these unworthy animals. It is possible that I was present at the beginning of a very bloody war between the battle ready viking mobile and the disease infested groundhog clans. I am here for my faithful traveling companion, ready to remove teeth and bone that have been en ladened into the tires of my friend. To tend other wounds and to attempt to keep it in good operational condition so it will not be caught off guard by the next conniving attack that these little imbosils have planned. All hail the viking mobile.