Have you ever run out of gas?
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Saturday, February 19, 2005
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No, but I came really close once in my husband's car. As it started sputtering, I pulled into a gas station. I had intended to fill the tank anyway, because it was down to a quarter tank according to the gauge. I started it up again, hoping I could get it home so my husband could look at it and it was fine. When I told him about the sputtering that went away, he apologized. The gauge had always been miscalibrated, and if the needle pointed at a quarter tank, it was really on empty.
Nope.
Though there've been a few times, when traveling in areas with low population, that I'm watching for a gas station and hoping with all my might that we'll make it to the next one before we run out of gas in the middle of nowhere.
Once when I was about 18. My girlfriend and I had to walk about a mile, buy a gas can, get gas and walk back....in the winter...in heels.
Once. The 12 year-old-hose split and I was spilling more gas than I was burning.
Fortunately, I sputtered to a stop in front of a kindly mechanical sort of soul who jury-rigged repairs and gave me enough gas to get home--about a mile.
Oh, yes. When I was in my early twenties, I would spend summer weekends at my parents' marina, and dad would always top off my gas tank while I was there. Every fall, at least once, I'd forget that I had to go back to buying gas myself, and the car would sputter to a stop.
Sorta... I was driving home from a business trip late at night and didn't want to stop in the area where I was, so I continued to a better location. I forgot that I was close to empty and by the time I remembered, the car was close to running on fumes. I pulled into a gas station that was about to close. Because I was in a rental, I didn't know where the gas cap was and pulled up to the wrong side of the pump. I got back in to start the car so I could move it and it wouldn't start. Not enough gas. A couple of guys who were also filling their cars helped me to push the car to the right side.
Once. I was driving my son's truck when it ran out of gas. Not only did he have a gas card (which we paid for) he informed my that it had plenty of gas. I told him if it ever happened again I would leave it where it was; middle of the highway, etc. It never happened again.
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