Chug-hug-hug-hug. My new-used VW Passat stalled out yet again as I tried desperately to get it going through the last stop sign on my drive home from work. Fortunately I had the closing shift, so there were few cars occupying the small-town suburban roads. I finally got the car started thanks to blind luck and prayer and arrived home without further incident. But I had to admit to myself that this was not working.