Yall got nothing on my story....
I had owned the car for maybe a month back in November 08, and was heading to a concert in Dallas with the girl riding shotgun. I am running low on fuel and get turned around in south Dallas ( baaad... baad.. area) By the time the low fuel light dings on we are south of the city in an even worse neighborhood and I am forced to stop at the next available gas station.
When I pull into 1 of 3 available stalls there are hoods drinking 40's on the corner, shady mofo's coming out of the woodwork behind the store wearing sweats with gerri curls, and far more activity than you'd expect at 11 PM on a Thursday night. I try to swipe card, but the location has no card readers outside.
Inside I'm told "we only accept cash" OK... welcome to 1932. I pony up the legal tender and go outside to fuel up. I see the girl has a frightful look in her eye in the front seat, as several new hoodies creep out of the darkness towards the car and the store.
I go to remove the gas cap, and phew that suckers on there tight. Must be the vacuum from the low fuel level right? I try a bit harder, nope still stuck, maybe two hand effort will do it. CRACK...
Stuck in south Dallas, with degenerates all around, with no gas, and a damn broken gas cap handle on a 2,000 mile car. Incredible... I'm able to use the broken tabs on the cap to push it hard into the threaded bit still stuck in the car, and amazingly it finally unscrews.
Unreal!
I had owned the car for maybe a month back in November 08, and was heading to a concert in Dallas with the girl riding shotgun. I am running low on fuel and get turned around in south Dallas ( baaad... baad.. area) By the time the low fuel light dings on we are south of the city in an even worse neighborhood and I am forced to stop at the next available gas station.
When I pull into 1 of 3 available stalls there are hoods drinking 40's on the corner, shady mofo's coming out of the woodwork behind the store wearing sweats with gerri curls, and far more activity than you'd expect at 11 PM on a Thursday night. I try to swipe card, but the location has no card readers outside.
Inside I'm told "we only accept cash" OK... welcome to 1932. I pony up the legal tender and go outside to fuel up. I see the girl has a frightful look in her eye in the front seat, as several new hoodies creep out of the darkness towards the car and the store.
I go to remove the gas cap, and phew that suckers on there tight. Must be the vacuum from the low fuel level right? I try a bit harder, nope still stuck, maybe two hand effort will do it. CRACK...
Stuck in south Dallas, with degenerates all around, with no gas, and a damn broken gas cap handle on a 2,000 mile car. Incredible... I'm able to use the broken tabs on the cap to push it hard into the threaded bit still stuck in the car, and amazingly it finally unscrews.
Unreal!