Lost gas cap found

This is one of those “I left my phone/coffee/purse/baby on top of my car and drove 10 miles without it falling off” stories.

Couple of months back I forgot to put the gas cap back after filling up the pickup and drove home.

When I discovered it was missing I went back to the convenience store but if anyone found it they hadn’t turned it in. So I purchased a “universal” cap because there was no way to replace the original which had been on the truck since 1977.

Yesterday my neighbor flagged me down and held up a gas cap asking, “Is this yours?” He had been raking gravel from his yard back into the road and discovered my gas cap. It somehow remained balanced on the bed of the truck for five miles of turns and hills and only our steep, bumpy gravel road shook it off.

Powerful forces at work here, friends. I’ll come up with some sort of chain to insure this doesn’t happen again. Minty Fresh is once again perfect.

UPDATE: I replaced earlier image with the one above.

When bumpers really bumped

Several months ago I bought an old (’77) pickup truck. Just for fun and hauling stuff. Like me, it’s a little beat up.

While stopped at an intersection today, waiting for the light to change, I got a little bump from the car behind me. (A Hyundai, I think.) In my mirror I saw the woman making cringing “I’m sorry” signs so I just smiled, waved and drove on. Don’t know if it did any damage to her plastic car (and don’t much care since she wasn’t hurt). It was just a nudge but who knows how much damage it would have done had I been in a ‘nice’ car.

Land Rover: First six months

In a few days I will have been driving the Land Rover for six months. I’ve grown comfortable sitting up high, bouncing and rattling along, trailed by a faint mist of diesel carbon.

I spend a good bit of time shifting up and down and today I became aware of how I can feel the gears through the shifter, meshing and engaging. All the sounds have now become familiar. My entire body is involved in turning and breaking (both manual). I imagine myself in one of those robot-like loaders Ripley operated in Alien. The machine an extension of my body (or the other way round).

On those rare occasions when I rent a car for a road trip I’m immediately aware of how little the vehicle needs me to get where we’re going. A little pressure on the accelerator, a light touch on the steering wheel. The Rover is a visceral experience. A feint reminder of what a thrill it must have been to drive those early automobiles.

Mystery Suzuki and old Toyota

Took a little drive in the Land Rover today and that means back roads. Two-lane blacktop. And going slow enough to spot these. Couldn’t tell you the model/year of either. I’ll go back some day during the week and talk to the people working on these. Okay, working on the Toyota Land Cruiser.