Was low on gas trying to make it to a gas station in a mid 60's era dodge dart. Sitting at a red light and could almost see the gas station up on the right. Thought I was home free until I accelerated and died right in the middle of the intersection. Had a bottle of 151 under seat. I was the passenger so I grabbed the bottle (left over from day before), opened the hood, unscrewed the air cleaner lid and poured about a shot into the carb. My buddy fired it up and we took off before the light turned red. Made it easy and quickly to the gas station.


“No one in hell can ever say I went to Christ and He rejected me.

C.H. Spurgeon