I think it's a testament to my masculinity that I naturally assume the gauge is broken if the needle passes the H on my car dashboard. Then, when I pull over and look at my engine, I think, "oh shit, this is what my engine looks like" and remember my dad once telling me, "I failed you as a father."
I hope my car doesn't blow up on the way home.
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