I’ve become quite familiar with the burning-coolant/oil/misery-combo smell of a blown head gasket/cracked head, what with the scent being such a frequent olfactory treat at LeMons races, and so I knew what was happening on I-25 in downtown Denver once I got within nose distance of this scene.
Safety first! Got the auxiliary brake lights, everything’s hooked up safely, the works… well, except for the small problem that the tow vehicle’s engine is undergoing catastrophic failure. The driver seemed unconcerned (in spite of the frantic gestures from other drivers, the pegged-out temperature gauge, and the terrible noises from under the hood) and kept the pedal to the metal. I didn’t stick around for the final act of this cruel drama— the one that ends with the truck sitting in a puddle of oil and steam (and possibly on fire) in the fast lane during rush hour— but I’m sure it involved a great deal of angst all around.
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