I lost an alternator belt during a landspeed record attempt in Ontario once. It took out a transmission cooler line and promptly lubricated a mile of pavement. I found a tubing cutter and dissected an errant golf club found in the trunk. A couple of hose clamps and 6 quarts of trans fluid were all I had to buy from the gas station that we limped in to. Needless to say, I slept in my own bed that night.
I tell my friends "I can crawl into the backseat for a nap on the New York Thruway, the car drives so well."
When I close my eyes, and inhale, I can smell No. 2.