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Monday, June 24, 2019
Rolling Molotov Cocktail
We didn’t have the old Chevy Blazer out of the shop that long. My lovely wife and I were going into town to move some furniture from my daughter’s house. There was a slight gasoline smell as we drove down the road. When we stopped it produced a puddle. Fortunately, it stopped leaking when the engine was turned off.
That happened Friday night around 6:30. My daughter’s place isn’t too far from my mechanic so I drove it over. The shop was closed, but the mechanic’s wife was in the office doing paperwork still. She let me in and I was able to explain what happened and dropped off the key.
They shop’s been super busy and they are trying to wrap up the jobs before going on vacation Independence Day week. I hope they can get to it before closing the shop.
Back in my firefighting days I went to a lot of car fires. Twice they were driving down the road with no idea they were on fire. It’s a weird feeling to be following a burning car and trying to get them to pull over. One guy was deaf as a post and never heard the sirens. He only stopped when the gas tank fell off as he went over railroad tracks.
Believe me, I thought of that when driving the short distance to the garage.
I’m at the point where this used vehicle project is starting to run over budget. After years of driving old cars, I’m not terribly surprised -just a little disappointed. Hopefully this will be the last major repair for a bit. You never knew how things will turn out in the long run.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.