The U.S. motorist, onetime King of the Highway, looked more like a funny-cartoon pedestrian each week. A great many Eastern gas tanks were dry, and hell had seen no furies like the motorists who did not have enough gas left to drive around to a service station for gas that was not there.
Stalking gasoline trucks on their way to filling stations became a new East Coast game. Like rats after the Pied Piper, cars followed trucks up to filling-station pumps, drained out fresh supplies in an hour. Motorists lined up quickly in...
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