

When your car's old enough to drink, sometimes key components spring a leak.
Our mechanic
fixed two holes in the gas line before Thanksgiving, but vibrations
during servicing busted an even bigger cavity into the rust. Now, when
we stop at a gas station, liquid hits the pavement on its way into the
tank.
After fillups, there are no
leaks...unless the front of the car is higher than the rear. So, until
we get hole number three fixed, there will be no more parking on hills.
(More seriously, we hope to get it fixed ASAP, but our mechanic was swamped when Mark dropped by yesterday, so we thought we'd wait until the post-holiday rush was over.)