The world is full of them, and I’ve known my share.

years ago, i had a friend who was a staff photographer for one of the big CHicago papers. He also moonlighted as a crime scene photographer, and I got to help him, from time to time, at the latter of the two gigs. During that time, trust me, I saw some things I’d rather unsee, if I could.

Anyway, this was one cheap bastard, and a man after my own heart. IN 1981, thanks to Jimmah, Gas prices were nuts and diesel was the way to go. Cheap Bastard had recently converted his furnace from oil to natural gas, and still had quite a few gallons of fuel oil in his tank, He drained them out into watering cans, and unwilling to waste, poured the fuel into his 1981 Olds 98 diesel.

The diesel ran fine.

Home heating oil was still pretty cheap back then, so he decided to keep getting it filled. The oil guy was tickled to have the extra business, and the olds ran fine on the kerosene. So well, in fact, that Cheap bastard, who had experienced trouble with the diesel starting cold, decided to just leave the sonofabitch running all the time. To my knowledge, other than to change oil and filters, the Olds never got turned off from 1981 to 1984. At idle, it barely used any fuel, and diesels being coldblooded bastards anyway, it made more sense from a “start quickly and leave” standpoint.

Not one to let a car sit and idle and not benefit from the power, Cheap Bastard built a battery of batteries, and plugged them into the Olds’ charging circuit when he slept, and a power invertor yanked juice from the batteries to run lights in the house. AND he got a fuel allowance from work.

A cheap bastard, and man after my own heart, in many ways.