a guy driving along some wee back roads, suddenly the car slows to a halt, coughs and splutters then cuts out.
So the guy pops the bonnet, has a look, while he's poking about under the bonnet, he hears a voice,
"its the fan belt"
confused, he looks around, sees no one so carries on trying to fix the car,
"its the fan belt I tell ye" "dont be daft, its the spark plugs"
wondering whats going on, the guy sticks his head over the bonnet, looks around to see two horses, a black horse and a white horse,
"its the bloody fan belt" the white horse is saying, while the black horse interjects "spark plugs ya dafty, bloody fan belt, what do you know"
amazed at the sight of two speaking horses, the guy hurriedly checks over the car, manages to get it running and drives off.
Still in slight shock, the guy makes a bee line straight to the nearest pub,
"large whiskey please barman" "no problem, you alright mate? looking a bit pale, whats up?" asks the barman,
"you aint going to believe what just happened, two horses just told me how to fix my car" the guy splutters while downing his whiskey,
"white horse and a black horse by any chance?"
"it was actually, why?" the guy asks looking perplexed
"which one was right?"
"come to think of it, it was the black horse" the guy replies,
"that would be right, that white horse knows nothing about cars"
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