It’s the fifth anniversary of the car accident that led me to buy this pickup truck. I affectionately nicknamed the truck the Flaming Chariot because fallen leaves trapped in the heater duct would sometimes ignite.
Thursday night, driving down the freeway, I had some kind of gas tank failure and was spilling so much fuel that I could watch the gas gauge go to empty in just a few minutes. The vehicle reeked of gasoline.
Nevertheless, I did not become a Flaming Chariot for real, and I hope the mechanics can avoid that fate too. And I liked the towing nerd who picked me up - very few social obligations in his life that might distract him from the important business of towing.
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