That’s never a good question to ask. Because the next sound might just be that distinctivewhooompffthat always accompanies the start of a fire. Nobody likes fire. Fire is bad. The other day, a buddy ...

Recently, I was driving in my Beetle and noticed two things: it was running a bit rougher than it should and it was dumping a little more gas on the ground than I'm generally comfortable with.

Change often comes with compromise, and that is certainly the case when it comes to today's gasoline. It's not the sweet-smelling, pseudo-solvent fuel we all grew up with--well, most of us anyway.