Not That I Needed More Humility....
I'm going to un-zip my fly with this story but we're all friends here right?
Yesterday, my boy and I set off in the PV to get a surprise dinner of gyro's for my wife. We stop in the restaurant, place a to-go order, only to find out they don't accept a visa. Fine. I carry my six month old across what is called the "Yadkin 500;" Yadkin is a road leading into and out of Ft Bragg and soldiers generally like to go fast...too fast down this road. Still, I assumed the risk and waited until there wasn't any traffic to cross. We cross on foot, hit a cash machine and returned. Our food is ready and we leave.
As I leave the restaurant, I start to think how cool I am for surprising my wife with dinner, especially gyro's that she loves. Well, the car starts to sputter and jerk....on Yadkin Road. I thought to myself, "the car was fun while it lasted..." I pulled into a Taco Toilet (Bell, that is) and shut her down. I tried to crank it repeatedly with no luck. Hmmmm...I was thinkin distributor, bad carb(s), alternator, etc. Just as I'm scanning my "instruments," I notice that little needle is on the left side, I said "the left side," of the "E." I felt like an idiot and relieved at the same time. Long story a little longer, my wife brought some gas and took the gyros(!).
I gas up the car and head home just to get caught it in a monster, and I mean monster, rain shower. I was cursing the rain and myself. My pet peave with old cars is rain contact. I insist on keeping these cars rain free...thus rust free.
At any rate, I pulled in the garage and simultaneously apologized to the very car I was drying...My wife told me it wouldn't melt. The gyros were great.
Morale of the story: gas is more important than food. :green: