When your Beloved repeatedly says, “I smell gasoline” when she enters or exits your vehicle, it behooves you to pay the hell attention, particularly if you have a cold and can’t smell much of anything. At first, I thought it was some malingering side effect from the overdose of daisy-fresh air conditioning cleaner they’d used at the 30K service. Finally, I was riding as a passenger, got out of the car and said “Damn…”
The local dealership was called, and I drove Rocket over this morning. The check-in bay at this dealership is filled with the assorted smells of new car, old exhaust, etc; I wasn’t sure if the smell of gas would be detectable. But the check-in manager agreed; he smelled the gas [a few minutes after I drove in, it really was noticeable], and they’d check out the problem.
Yes, there’s a problem, and it’s with the fuel line, which pretty much means I’ve been leaking gas in some manner for a while, and God forbid I had been to one of the many gas stations where people blithely smoke and chat on their cellphones, because Rocket and I might have been heading for the stars together…
“Boom! ” — Tootsie Cook
“Like Sherman through Atlanta” — Sister Cook
The Cook Sisters, Cookin’ Cheap
Musical cue: “Pop Music”, by M.
boom? we no like booms here.
glad you are OK.
Not to mention the cost of said leaking gasoline…although sure, the BOOM is a far worse scenario…
I’m glad you listened.