Well I ran so low on gas, the needle went below the red hash mark.
I'm on lunch break from work, desperately seeking gas, and roll up next to a nice young man late teens early twenties.
He is driving a late Nineties Z-28 white T-tops removed.
I ask him, "excuse me!", "Where is the closest gas station?" he looks over and says, "Two miles" with that he points left.
I would have had to pass him and get over in front of him to go first.
Besides, I don't have enough gas, to blow a fart.
So I continue to drive, like there is an egg, between my foot and the go pedal.
It's a good thing
This guy was a poor judge of distance,several blocks later, I roll into the Shell.
The sign says on the pump " card reader not working, prepay inside"
So I go into the store, ask the guyhanding him my CC, "how about fifty?"
With that he said, " Yeah just come back for the credit"
I said, what if I go over? "You can't!"
"pump shuts down @ $50.00!" he retorted.
"I can go again
if still not full?"
with this, I go pump 18 gallons and at $50.00, pump shuts down.
I go back inside, and ask if I can go again.
The look on the guys face was hysterical.as he continues,
"How big a tank does that thing have?"
I got to know, how low I ran it.
I pumped another half a gallon and gas was showing through the flap.
295.8 miles on 18.504 gallons this time and I threw the keys to three people who boosted her, real good.
did I say, "I love this car!?"