I've just got back from a road trip I took with Gus.
Last I saw of him was when we stopped and I got out for a pee near Galveston.
Suddenly I heard a manic laugh from inside his truck as the clutch grated and he shoved it into gear, and I was left in a cloud of dust, shaking my valuables at him as he roared off into the night, driving on the wrong side of the road as all Americans tend to do.
The man is a cad.
Photo evidence : Gus at the wheel, when he was just finished telling me to shut the f--k up and stop my incessant whistling.