| Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas Pt.1
“MotorPunk doesn’t do car reviews, one
man’s Mustang is another man’s donkey”
the full transcript of the very strained conversation, but it seems
that you have to pre-pay a fixed amount for your petrol (back to
the car for your passport as they don’t accept cards without ID),
fill your car to that amount or less, then back to the desk where
fiver-face then credits your card if you’ve used less fuel than
you’ve prepaid. This is complex enough without a hangover
and mild dehydration, but I have no idea of the cost of fuel in
California in real money, nor how big the Mustang’s tank is, and
politely asking her for “fifty quid’s worth, please love” did me
no good whatsoever. The Norwegian had fallen asleep. I drank
some of the water and poured the rest on his hat. My turn to
drive.
MotorPunk doesn’t do car reviews, one man’s Mustang is another
man’s donkey, but I ought to say a few words about it. As you’d
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