Filling up in corn country with a little help from a local.
Fortunately, the drive to Kansas City began to clear. We stopped for some premium with ethanol to put in the classic car. The alcohol isn’t ideal for the Brougham’s rubber seals, but I’ve resigned myself to using it–especially in corn states. I figure in California I’ll be lucky to be putting anything flammable in the tank. The Golden State may make me fill up with organic grape juice or lark’s vomit.
