This means WAR

Headed home from lake, after all my running (have to run to Corbin area to get some of my prefered weekly stuff; lake is on the other side, so I double down.) and suddenly,

hack cough!  

Hiccup! Hiccup!

sputterrrrrrrr    DEAD!

Ah shit!  WTF now?!?!?!  

Low Fuel light is on. Huh?

ODO is showing only 140 miles since last weeks fillup,,,,   Double huh?

FORTUNATELY,,,, I am right across from a filling station, though not one I usually frequent since they always charge thirty cents over everyone else in the area.   

17 gallons.

SEVENTEEN FRICKEN GALLONS

Buff would have had to be sputtering and backfiring all week, to get that BAD of fuel milage.

I need to find a locking gas cap for Buff.   ASAP!      Friggin Cuz has been stealing my gas now.  Thats the only thing I haven’t a way of locking up yet, and the security system (factory)  isn’t sensitve enough to detect a sneak around a gas cap.   That and one of those solar charged Motion detector lights (though, Kats,,, Deer,,,,Bear,,,  Probably going to be a lot of false positives,,,,)

I try to keep tongue in cheek about this shit, but in this case, I hope the fucker dies a horrible death,,,  he ain’t worth one of Grizzy-kats shits for all I am concerned.  

((Update: Pulled the trigger on the parts I need, and will be here in a few days. May have been able to find cheaper, but would have spent more chasing them down in this area, Hatez to lean on the Zon like that but when you needs something, you needs it. That since that bastard has moved in, I have had to start locking up EVERYTHING,,, I dunno, something is going to give at some point,,,

So much for that lovely dopamine rush I picked up today,,, guess I needed something to balance out the good, eh?)))