Shot In The Arse

My truck has two gas tanks, because I'm an American I suppose. Regardless, my engine was not getting any and sat for a month while I tried to fix it. After admitting I was getting nowhere, Gene suggested his favorite mechanic, Mike.

As you know, good mechanics are like secret fishing holes. Don't fish? Me neither, so substitute good breakfast joint. Anyway, they're hard to find and once the secret is out, it's over.

Mike was puzzled like me, but he cracked it. The ex-military man discovered a bullet hole in the rear tank, through which water had collected. Bullet hole? This was my mom's truck!

We're having breakfast together soon, at a poor fishing hole and I will press for answers...