There was a wreck on I-80 -- a bunch of cars, a semi, &c. We stopped for gas in the rain at a tiny mountain outpost, where we saw one of the crushed cars and its shellshocked passengers. The highway would be closed for a while.
We passed the time in at this little cafe across from the gas station to wait.
Some locals playing cards on the porch started razzing me about my car. So I went over & told them I was born on a street called the Deuce of Clubs, and how the street got its name. This they liked. After that, they appreciated the car.

It was close, but Whip It! made it to Oakland & into the hideaway backyard of Bigrig Industries World Headquarters, there to await less than a month for her next (mis)adventure, Art Car Fest 98.