George ran out of gas on the way home today. He had to leave the Trans Am outside this old farmhouse and walk 3 miles to a gas station. It was really cold. I think all he had was his jean jacket. I'm surprised he didn't freeze to death.
Travis is picking him up at the gas station on his moped. That way George won't have to walk all the way back. I'd go along but all I have is a 10-speed. I hope they don't run into any trouble.
