There was no one home at the farmhouse; I knocked on all the doors.
I had seen a rototiller in the nearby shed, with one-gallon gas cans next to it.
“Anyone here?” I called out again. There was no answer, so I picked up a can and poured the contents into the empty tank of my 1960 Bugeye Sprite.
Solving an old-car problem
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