Desert Trippin'

Fridays on the oLo #89

I was about forty miles past Elko when I knew I had a problem.

The orange gas light flickered on, sending a terrifying shudder into my gut. I had already filled up three times since leaving California, but gas burns fast as hell on that monotonous stretch of Nevada desert. Interstate 80 is deceptive like that.

I figured I had about fifty miles left in t…