In what promises to be a never-ending saga, I took a drive this evening to the NAPA store on the other side of the tracks (literally, on the other side of a major rail crossing). I don't need to remind anyone on this blog that the only Napa I'd care to be seeing at 7:30 in the evening is a nice cabernet sauvignon. But no, Ohio says I need to buy myself a new gas-cap, so off to NAPA auto parts I go.

Of course it had already closed. NAPA-headed ho's.

So I headed back. Oops, a mile-long freight train had to pass first. I sat at the railroad gates and watched the empty freight cars rattle by, thinking how ironic it is that fate would have me sit there with my engine idling for that long just in the interest of passing an emissions test.

I turned east on Bagel-ee Road and headed for the K-Marts. No gas-caps there (though I did get myself a tube of JB Weld -- used that stufff once to hold my transmission together after bashing the pan on a rock!). Got back in the car and considered driving over to the Wal-Marts, but quickly decided I'd had quite enough fruitless searching for one day.

I'll waste more gasoline tomorrow.