Running low, I stopped at a shabby looking, old run-down gas station on a deserted road.
I asked the the ancient bearded guy there for premium, but he said he only had one grade in his pumps; regular 87 octane...
Needing fuel badly, I said wot the hell and he handed me the pump.
And the Fat Grape drank thirstily that day, my friends...
So now I been waiting for the bad running times, the knocks and shaking, the sputtering back-firing,
the slowing down of acceleration. And guess what??
Yeah, you got it; the Fat Grape, after drinking down at least 1/2 a tank of this cheapo stuff,
is now running better than ever before!
She feels smooother, has more oomph, and her innards are just purrrring with motorized pleasure!!
Could this be magic? Was the ancient bearded one on that deserted road perhaps a wizard?
-Or has Piaggio maybe been lying to us all along?
Anyway, next tank fill will be regular too! We'll see what happens at another station... 8)
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