LOL! This fondly reminds me of many a road-trip growing up. My dad prided himself on exactly how far he could push an "E" gas gauge before actually stopping to get gas. We never ran out of gas (officially), but the closest I remember was literally coasting into an exit-ramp gas station on sputters. *Yay, Dad!*
I recall a story about a man who, whenever he got a new car, would fill the tank and then drive until the car ran out of gas. He wanted to know exactly how many miles he could go before the car would stop running. He carried a gas container so he wouldn't be stranded.
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Go ahead. Poke fun. Like Execupundit never ran out of gas. :-)
I've coasted in on fumes a few times but can't recall running out of gas.
On the other hand, I get nervous if there's less than half a tank so perhaps your approach produces less stress.
Michael
LOL! This fondly reminds me of many a road-trip growing up. My dad prided himself on exactly how far he could push an "E" gas gauge before actually stopping to get gas. We never ran out of gas (officially), but the closest I remember was literally coasting into an exit-ramp gas station on sputters. *Yay, Dad!*
CincyCat,
I recall a story about a man who, whenever he got a new car, would fill the tank and then drive until the car ran out of gas. He wanted to know exactly how many miles he could go before the car would stop running. He carried a gas container so he wouldn't be stranded.
I've never been that curious.
Michael
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