My father retired from the North Carolina Department of Transportation. One day while he and his supervisor were checking roads they came upon a stranded motorist with a car full of adults and children.
Let me try to describe the situation as told by Dad. It was during the hot, muggy, dog days of August. They could not tell exactly what model car it was being riddled with dents, scratches, rust, primer, spray paint, and dirt. It looked like an accordian since there was not a straight fender, bumper, door, roof, or body part. Could not tell the original color. The tires looked like they had been worn out more than once but still held air.
The lady driver explained they must have ran out of gas because the gas gauge did not work. Also the battery was dead. She asked for gas and a jump start and said they did not have far to go to their destination.
A small can of gas was on the truck and they poured it in the fill nozzle. By the way, the gas cap was missing.
Dad and his supervisor moved their truck into position to use jumper cables to start the car. They had difficulty unlatching the car hood. It looked as if the hood had become unlatched more than once before while driving and wrapped around the windshield, as well as being bent out of place and beat up.
Amazingly, the car started. However, the hood would not latch. Dad found a piece of wire and they proceeded to secure the hood. "Hey," called out the lady driver, "Don't make that too tight because when we get home I'll have to open it up and take the battery loose to cut off the motor."