Lost power today, engine revs high with little movement  By  kernelsandirs (Read 3,548 times)

So let's think this through to it's logical conclusion.

It's late at night and you are driving along a country road in the rural countryside.  The first snow flakes have just started wafting down, but you know a nasty north-easterner is brewing.

In the distance you see the car pulled over, and slow down.  Megan Fox is there in her Bentley, the front tire flat as a pre-augmented actress.  She is so relieved to see you, and wiggles out to inspect the failed tire with you.  "Never Fear!", you exclaim, calming her rising panic.

You return to your trusty scooter and pull out the 1,500 foot extension cord, tell Megan you will be back shortly, and start out for the farm house across the field and through the woods, stringing out extension cord as you go.  By now the snow is starting to accumulate.

Unfortunately, the cord funs out a few hundred feet before you reach the house, so you return to your scooter to get another one.  Megan is sitting in her car, shivering because she is afraid to turn on the car for fear a flat tire might cause exhaust gas to back up (or something - who knows; Hollywood).

You finally get to the farm house, extension cord in hand.  When the 80-year old couple answer the door you start trying to explain you are NOT some weirdo trying to scam them out of their social security check.  You finally convince them you have NEVER voted for Obama, have never even been to San Francisco, and do NOT think the 2nd Amendment should be repealed (or ignored).

~~~~ HOWEVER ~~~~

While you were on your Odyssey Jerry Script came zipping by at break neck speed, passed the Bentley and realized it was Megan inside.  He slowed down and circled back to see what was the problem.  Megan emerged from her car chilled to the bone, now uncertain what to do.  You have been gone a long time .... and Jerry seems awfully handsome / knowledgeable.  Jerry retreats to his trusty scooter, lifts the seat and removes TWO things.  First, a blanket which, with great care, he wraps around Megan's chilled frame.  Second, his old, reliable $20 Harbor Freight impact wrench.  In mere minutes he has it hooked up, then "zip ... zip ... zip" the wheel is off, and "zip ... zip ... zip" and the spare is on.

Megan, blushing in both admiration and magnetic attraction to this Knight with Shining Scooter, suggests the two of them drive to the next truck stop for an intimate conversation over malts and burgers.

~~~~~

Later, as the two of them ponder baby names in the warm confines of Alley's Truck Stop & Diesel Emporium, you finally make your way through the now-thick snow to where the Bentley once stood.  Extension cord in hand you stare at the empty spot on the side of the road, fall to your knees, and break down in an anguished wail, "WHY, Lord???  W H Y "

Only then do you realize your scooter is nowhere to be seen.


I think that about covers it.