My car has ran out of gas. I quickly hop out into The Great White. I make my way up a hill to a camp inhabited by a band of War Boys. I take them out one by one; counter after counter; heavy chain hit after heavy chain hit. I find a canister of gasoline. I bring it back to my car and refuel. Yes. This is good. This should be enough to get me back to camp.
This could have been Mad Max.