The Dalton Hwy boys had their first mechanical mishap.
In America, Gasoline pump handles are generally black and Diesel pump handles are generally Green. In Canadia, sometimes Diesel pump handles are black. Pay close attention to the labels and signs.
The first of many life lessons to be learned on this trip.
For starters, Canada is still in America. You'd think Mr. World Traveler himself would know that.
Second; just, wow. Can we say effed-up cats? Our cats are already so sensitive to even just the littlest amount of fuel not burning in the engine. I can only imagine how bad the damage would be. This rig may have emissions problems for the rest of its life.
This does, however, remind me of something that happened a few weeks ago at the Sam's Club gas station by my house. I pulled up to the front pump while the rear pump was occupied by a volkswagen sedan with two girls who appeared to be between the ages of 16 and 18. The girls were all too busy texting and giggling and chasing each other around and just being dumb as I got out of my car to start pumping my gas. They had already been at the pump before I pulled up, and hadn't even started pumping their gas yet until I was almost halfway done filling my own tank. They finally managed to figure out how to insert their membership card and ATM card, and got a few gallons of gasoline pumped into their car before they hung up the nozzle and prepared to drive off. I had just put my nozzle back on the hook and was printing my receipt when I heard them start their car and heard the very distinct noise of a diesel engine. Knowing that there is no Diesel at these pumps (there is only one pump at the whole station with Diesel), I knew they had just put gasoline in their tank. I tried to get their attention as they pulled away from the pump, but they were still too busy being dumb teenagers and didn't even notice me practically standing in front of them waving my arms. As they sped through the parking lot and turned out onto the road, I wondered just how far they were going to make it, and wondered even more how angry their parents were going to be. When I left, I didn't see them broken down out on the road, so they must have made it at least a few blocks.
