I had the opposite happen to me!
It was in 1992, my 10th High School Reunion was scheduled and I decided to drive from San Antonio, TX, to El Paso, TX, which is roughly about a 12
hour drive. I was driving a 1980 Dodge Charger which had a new carb work, and gaskets, basically a good overhaul. I had it in for a lube and oil
change just before I left San Antonio.
I found myself passing Ft. Hancock, TX, which is about the last place on earth between here or there and the mid-point where there were hardly any
stops afterwards, so I pulled in an filled up. I was a few hours out and pitch dark out, the sky was without a moon and the stars were lit up from
not having any city lights for miles. I had just went under a very obscure and out-of-place overpass when suddenly I began to notice my oil pressure
gauge started dropping, and dropping fast, right before my eyes. I didn't know what to think! I pulled over immediately and tried my best to assess
the situation and when I pulled the dip-stick there wasn't a drop of oil. I checked the drain-plug and it was there as well as the new filter.
I sat out there and not a vehicle was in sight. The darkness crept over me and decided that I would wait it out until daylight to get a better grip
on it. I slept in the car on the side of the road.
The next morning, sure enough, not a drop of oil! Did the guys at the lube shop forget to even fill me up after draining me? How did the pressure
hold for several days and then the nearly 6 hours of driving before suddenly and unexpectedly having the pressure drop? LOL I was baffled!
I remembered the overpass and started it up and took the drive by chance there might be someone or something out there, I drove a bit, maybe five
minutes and I came along a trailer with 55 gallon drums welded into bar-b-que grills in the shape of cows, horns and tails too! LOL A very large
woman came out to greet me, she was a giant of a person, she took a hold of the situation, got under the vehicle with me, checked the fluids (she was
quite butch and probably twice my strength). Even she couldn't figure it out. She happened to have a case of oil, filled me up and off I went. She
didn't want a dime and enjoyed helping me.
The remainder of my trip there was fine, the week I spent there was fine, and then back to San Antonio 12 hours after that and the car never gave me
At the time, I have to admit, I did think an alien craft hovered over me while I was driving and transported my oil right out of my block! LOL Now I
don't, but I am still baffled over it.