So true. The wire between one six volt battery and the other caught fire one night, and I knew I had a gas tack seam leak that I had meant get fix the next week -- the seam is right there behind the two batteries, behind the seats. I immediately pulled over in front of a famous person's house, yanked off the cover and brutally pulled the damn burning cable apart by hand. Unfortunately the famous person wasn't home and so I had to bother a non-famous person to call for a tow. That was in the era before cell phones.
My then ultra pregnant wife did not get her moo goo gai pan take out for about two hours after I left for it.
Three years later I had to get rid of the B, since you, or at least me, can't have a B (or any high-maintenance car) and raise high-energy boy twins.
