You may ask yourself, because you are so interested, how did I make it home. Rich Culy drove his spare car, the one he loans to damsels in distress, and I drove it home. He conveniently left the license and registration within easy reach, left the wipers on, warned about the brakes, and said "It says low fuel, but you have enough to get home." And he was right. What a prince. Prince of Darkness at times, but still a prince. Thank you, Rich.
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