I dreamt that I was recovering the Taco from the local dealership after an oil change and general inspection, getting fluids topped off, whatever. But things went south in a hurry...

Driving past Silver Lake towards I-5, the truck starts convulsing. Things are beeping. BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP. All of my guages (all one or two of them) are climbing into the red. I pull over on the sidewalk as there is no shoulder on that stretch of road, and pop the hood. The horror...

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The shitty dealer left all my caps off! Radiator, brake, power steering, oil — FLUIDS BE ENJOYING SOME FRESH AIR EVERYWHERE.

It was also past 730 so there was no one to call short of a tow truck, so I started walking towards the nearest O’Reillys, which was only 3 or so miles away — and uphill, but thankfully not in the snow.

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A good one for the day, I’m sure.