I had the original locking chrome gas cap on my car.
Last week I filled up my car on the way to work at the neighborhood gas station in Englewood Cliffs. All gas stations in New Jersey are full service, but I locked the cap back on the tank myself before driving off. About 10 miles later in New York City, while waiting for the traffic light on the West Side Highway and 34th street someone honks to alert me that I am missing a fuel cap.
I immediately pulled over, got out of the car and yes indeed I saw that the cap was missing!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Immediate depression…
I pulled out my gas receipt and called the gas station; they looked for it and said they did not see it. “But Sir, you locked the cap yourself...” in a defensive tone. “I know”, I replied and repeated it to myself with that sinking feeling.
I continued my journey to the car garage and used a temporary paper stuffing so fumes do not come out.
Driving back home at night I drove around the gas station and retraced my route about 2 miles from the station to the George Washington Bridge, but did not find the shinny chrome cap…More depression…
When I got home, I remembered the previous owner had a spare chrome cap with its own key. I put it on the car and added THE FOURTH KEY to my set of keys…even more depression…
How am I going to live with 4 keys on my key ring? My car is no longer original. The skies were falling. I counted the minutes until the next mooring.
I drove to work retracing the exact route from the gas station to my office in the city. I tried to remember every turn, every lane change etc…and my eyes scanning left and right hoping to find my shinny chrome cap.
I never realized how many soda can gets collected by the curbs, the storm drains, and on the side of the roads…they do shine in the sunlight but they are not anywhere close to an Original Mercedes Benz Chrome Fuel cap. Nonetheless, my heart started racing on few occasions where a crushed can would be angled such that the non printed aluminum bottom would sparkle in the sun, but an immediate second glance will always lead to my disappointment.
I repeated this daily ritual of retracing my steps from the gas station in Englewood cliffs to the corner of West Side highway and 34th street every work day and once on Saturday with the hope that I would be able to spot my missing chrome cap.
The horrifying thoughts that the cap could have gone through one of the many storm drain openings kept replaying in my head, or the thought of the cap being tossed from one side of the road to the other and being ran over or crushed by a big SUV’s or worse yet one of the many trucks that travel the George Washington Bridge…depression continues.
I had developed the habit of scanning left and right the entire route from the gas station to 34th street…these thoughts gets pushed aside by the hope that the cap is there sitting peacefully on the side of the road waiting to be reunited with the car…depression lingers…
One week after the infamous missing cap, on the drive to work this morning, I turn on my scanner from the gas station onward and I retraced my drive to work as I usually do these days. I solicit the help of my wife sitting in the passenger seat. As usual nothing turns up. We get on the West Side Highway and traffic is very heavy crawling at few mph. I had a grin on my face. I said to myself, this will sure help me in finding my cap. While my wife is complaining about the traffic I was busy scanning both sides of the highway barriers looking from my cap…
Ten minutes into our ride on the highway the traffic is starting to move a bit better, I was in the right lane and there it was, sitting on the right side on the highway, this gleaming shiny round chrome cap with the MBZ emblem. THIS IS NOT A SODA CAN, I FOUND IT!!
I Screamed as I hit the brakes while avoiding being rear ended by the cars behind me. I put on my Hazard lights on and ready to jump out of my seat to get out the car and rescue my cap. My wife stops me as she volunteered to retrieve the cap.
Cars are now trying to go around me and giving me those looks as they realized nothing is wrong with my car. I can only imagine what they thought when my wife opened the door and started marching towards them…she takes few more steps as I am watching her in the rearview mirror. She reaches to the ground and picks up what I hoped to be my cap. She examines it slowly and then all I see is her thumbs up with a big smile on her face. It was very contiguous as I had it ear to ear. By now the cars were honking as I am sure they realized we were not having car problems, or marital problems.
But that did not faze me! I was on a rescue mission that lasted one week and ended up very successfully reuniting my original cap with my car. No more depression. Today is a happy day for me and my Pagoda.
The moral of the story is, TRIPLE check that the gas cap is locked and secured 100% on the tank. My gas fill up routine will be a bit longer from now on.