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Todays tech question about fuel gauges got me thinking about this old story from the Tonight show with Jack Paar.  Yes it is really that old.  I believe it eventually worked into a movie are the running joke.

"I believe it was Jack Douglas who told this story. He lived somewhere outside New York City (where The Tonight Show was then produced) with his Japanese wife, Reiko, who occasionally also appeared on the show, cracking up the audience with her either calculatedly hilarious or “she can’t help herself” fractured English.

This was the story:

When they first became available, a neighbor of his purchased a Volkswagen, the Prius of its day. Not in its technology, but in the fact that the German import got considerably better mileage than the American gas guzzlers which, at the time, enjoyed a virtual monopoly in the car market. There were Merecedes here and there, and the odd Jaguar, but those were for rich people. Regular people drove American cars.

After purchasing his new Volkswagen, the neighbor could not stop bragging about the mileage he was getting – forty miles to the gallon, sometimes, even more. He would claim that he now visited his gas station so infrequently, the gas station attendant had forgotten his name. (If you frequented the same gas station back then, they’d remember your name.) That was his little joke. “The gas station attendant has forgotten my name.” It was not surprising for a geek who bought an unattractive car for its mileage to consider that hilarious.

Finally, his neighbors, fed up with the man’s bragging, decided to take collective action to get him to stop. They would do this by messing with his head.

Taking turns, one of the neighbors would sneak over to his house late each night with a five-gallon can of gasoline, and under the cover of darkness, he would refill the tank of the man’s Volkswagen with gas.

Over time, the Volkswagen owner found his gas mileage miraculously shooting up. He was now getting three hundred miles to the gallon! It was amazing, he ecstatically proclaimed. Instead of visiting the gas station every two weeks, he didn’t need to visit the gas station at all!

Finally, after weeks of surreptitiously filling up his gas tank, the neighbors switched their tactics. They now sneaked over to his house, and siphoned gas out of his tank. Suddenly, the man found himself visiting the gas station every day.

Almost immediately, he stopped talking about his mileage.

The story reflects different times. In those days, foreign cars were seen as an insult to American know-how. Good gas mileage was something you made fun of, rather than something you wanted to get in on. People’s garages were left unlocked.

But most telling, for me I think, was the fact that neighbors back then actually did things together."

Credit to Earl Pomerantz May 2010

Oh No, not a Mainland scoot.

Finally got the scoot out. Checked the air pressure, oil, and gave it a good wiping.  The 500 started first touch, didn't smoke but I could smell the fuel stabilizer.  Trip to the station for a fill up of fresh gas.  Most of the gravel is now off the roads, but still watching the corners closely.  Came across a novice with a new scooter that won't start.  Showed her to hold the brake lever to start.  Had a cold wind that froze my chin, got to find my balaclava.  Oh this year is going to be fun, if it doesn't rain too much.