Took the cuder out for an errand, as I was backing out of the space of the store, I noticed a big oil stain on the asphalt and noticed a trail leading to the spot where I parked. Glancing down at the oil gauge... zero, oh ****, I pulled over to the side of the building, killed it and popped the hood expecting the worse. Dipstick showed full, shew, looked under, seen no drips, then thought hey no rattling, should be alright.
I wiggled the connector on the OSU and shut the hood, got in and went on my way. Gauge slowly came up to normal. That was scary, but not the SOB part. Nearly home and a dipshit pulls right the f out in front of me, I lock em up hard, no time to honk the horn, 2 hands on the wheel bracing for impact, I was sure it was going to be a dead on Tbone.
I just cleared the tail of that car, all 4 wheels were lock up and left the biggest cloud of smoke I ever seen coming off my car, must have skidded 30 or so feet easy. SOB, what a adrenaline dump. They left of course and was only able to roll the window down and give them the ol 1 finger salute. Man it`s been decades I`ve had to do a panic stop on any of my vehicles:BangHead::steering: