Ahh....this story won't help you any but hopefully someone wil get a laugh out of it. When my alternator died I was on my way to Green Bay, WI from Mackinaw City, MI. It died about 70 miles from Green Bay, of course I didn't bring my tool box. I drove it to Green Bay, parked in in front of the DMV where I had to get it registered. Let it run for the 45 minute wait since I couldn't start it up again. On the drive back it started getting dark and my headlights lasted for only a couple hours. Eventually I resorted to pulling over on the side of the road an waiting for cars to drive by and when they did I started to accelerate before they passed me so I could pull out right behind them. I think I was scaring the crap out of people, a big old Ford with no headlights tailgating them in the night. Then came time for me to be scared. I was driving without a lead car, the moonlight along the lake shore was enough to keep me from driving off the road, when I see up ahead a cop who has someone pulled over. I go speeding by, no headlights, can't tell how fast I'm going, and I made it. Then I get to the tole booth at the Mackinaw Bridge and the lady pears her head out and says "sir, your headlights aren't on" I hand her the tole money and reply "There on". "Sir I can see from here they are not on." "Oh there as on as they get" and I speed away. The last five miles were the hardest, no cars to follow, no moonlight, I just stuck my head out the window, drove in the on coming lane and looked at the line of black and grey the grass made where it met the shoulder of the road. Whee, don't try that at home.