(Submitted by readerĀ Steve Gray)

I was driving to the Valley on the 405. Going up the mild grade from the L.A. basin, my car died.

A few days later, I was driving the same route, and the car died in exactly the same place.

It at first seemed like an unbelievable coincidence, and maybe just a little spooky, but I soon found out the problem was simply an overheating radiator. Once I thought about it, I realized it took a definite amount of time for the engine to get hot enough to stall from the time and place I left, pretty much guaranteeing it would die in the same place each time. So in the end, no magic, nothing supernatural, just mundane mechanical problems.

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