It was near or just after dusk.

I learned you cannot fly in an old beater car just because you have a Klingon riding with you.

Also, it's easy to fool a Klingon into thinking it's a really great ride.

I painted an 'E' and 'F' on the dash so the speedometer became the fuel gauge.

The faster we went, the more fuel it appeared we had.

The Klingon was amazed.

HA-HA.