A funny story, with a happy ending Options

[Curvie Roadlover]

Yesterday, I went for a ride in the teener. I came home and pulled the car into the garage. When I got out of the car I was hit in the face with the strong smell of gasoline. My first thought was, Oh no!! a fuel leak!" (IMG:style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif) I popped the engine lid and looked around. I didn't see any fuel anywhere. (Some background on my car: I bought it in November and went through it over the winter replacing things that wear out including the fuel lines, but I didn't replace the hard plastic lines or the lines that go from the fuel runners to the injectors). OK so now I think it must be leaking from underneath the car. The dreaded thought of the work involved in replacing the plastic lines was mixed with the relief that I got the car home and parked before it burned to the ground out on the road somewhere (I do have a fire extinguisher mounted in the car). Well, anywho I was so freaked out about the close call that I decided to put off looking for the leak until later. That night at dinner, my wife syas to me, "Oh I was filling the lawnmower with gas in the garage today and I spilled a bunch of gas by where you park your car. I cleaned it up with rags and threw them away." I leaned over and gave her a big kiss. She says, "What's that for?" I told her it was for spilling gas, then proceeded to tell her the story of how I thought my teener narrowly averted a firey death. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/mueba.gif)