Pollution went turned down the road with more potholes and trash along the side. Typical. Whatever makes him happy. It was a long while before they stopped for gas. Pollution's tank had started leaking faster than normal a few miles back and had been losing gas at a faster rate than normal. Technically, the bike didn't need gas to run but Pollution liked the pretty gas puddles he made when he stalled in one spot for too long. The gas station was in the middle of nowhere. Ther was no one around but a few men inside, talking over a beer and a couple of old dogs out front. As Pollution and War pulled in, the dogs feld and the men shifted anxiously.