13 miles after pulling out of my driveway, a motorcycle cop pulled alongside me on the freeway and pointed out the white smoke coming out of the underside of my car. Perhaps I had my emergency brake on, he theorized. I pulled over. My vacation destination suddenly changed to Van Nuys, I imagined hiking through the alleys and finding sustinence in the Big Lots.

Fortunately I remembered a great former mechanic nearby and he said something was leaking from my engine, dripping onto something else, and when at high speeds, causing white smoke. Nothing to worry about and expensive to fix. He gave me his permission to go to Vegas and so I did.

I hope I don’t have occasion to remember why he’s a FORMER mechanic.

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