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The gas station guys came out pretty quick. From the station workers griping me out for interrupting their lunch, pretty sure they would have just let it burn if I hadn't parked next to the pumps.

Called my Dad and brother, told what I did and they both lost it for a few minutes laughing. Then told me to try to get it running and drive it home. Made a makeshift throttle cable out of a coat hanger in the back of the car to replace the melted one and drove it home. The heater and defroster never worked after that.

It was my first car, a 1968 Ford Country Squire station wagon. I bought it for $1. Ran when I bought it, but there wasn't a body panel that wasn't dented, You could easily tell the paint was dark green with a light blue primer, and a ruddy brown primer. The seats were mostly duct tape and the rear window just pushed up and down. The Ford 390 got a whole 8 mpg. Always thought if it got stuck or broke down, I would just leave it. Ended up giving it to my oldest brother after he rolled his van hunting.