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Old Bird Takes Flight

 The gas gauge plummeted from three fourths a tank to gaslight-empty. The floater didn’t bob right—or maybe the bobber didn’t float right—either way, the gauge was a lying son of a bitch. He thought he’d fixed it—by all means, he had—but the repair had been a thrifty one. He’d done something handy with some tape […]