Running on Fumes in Idaho
After crossing through the middle of Oregon, all the while I was reading Galapagos to Sam, I took over the wheel somewhere short of Idaho and pulled off one of my neurotically inspired "don't stop for gas until the last second possible" sessions. Lucky for us I made it to a station before the car gurgled to a halt. However, in my paranoia about Bob not being able to restart from a stop, I had to give up a great Polaroid opportunity. The town just before Bliss was named Virgin; and yes the sign at the city limits of town said: Now entering Virgin. I should have doubled back.
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