Midnight, Pacific Coast Highway. You're driving home alone at night and your batteryís dying. Your headlights have dimmed and you can barely see the road or the signpost up ahead. But thereís an eerie green light glimmering in your rear view mirror and that strange warning uttered by the pump attendant at the Devilís Elbow gas station has put the frighteners on you.
Is that Satanís face glowering at you through the mist, or something far worse?
Brought to you by John "JGĒ Roastinhell, the only way to handle this font is with one foot on the gas pedal and one foot on the brake.