So, yeah …
So, yeah …
I seem to have done this more than once *abashed grin* I have once again completely run my car out of gas.
Previous times:
I was heading out of town from Fayetteville toward home, and I ran out of gas. Wound up pushing my car about a mile or so I think to the gas station - even had a guy hope out of his car and help me push for a while.
Another time I was coming down to Fayetteville to visit my sister, and I ran out of gas on the highway .. within coasting distance of an exit ramp and the gas station right there on the corner.
This time, I was stopped at the light just across and behind from where I work. When I pulled up and stopped I was at an angle, and I heard this strange sound. I realize now that, as I was suspecting, it was the gas pump trying to get fuel to the engine. I made it across the way after the light changed, though the car almost died at one point before it sedately made it the rest of the way into my parking space at work.
When I went out this evening to start the car, it turned over just fine - but it wouldn’t start. It was, after all, completely empty. I walked to Wally, right across the street, and purchased a 1 gallon gas can. Then across the street, across the street and across a parking lot to the gas station. Filled my little can, brought it back, put it in the car - drove over and put a bit more gas in.
All in all, it was a rather nice little adventure. Nothing serious was wrong, nobody got hurt - I just got in a bit of exercised.
What I find most interesting is thinking of where the gas gauge was hovering when I pulled into the store and parked before I went in to work. If that was completely empty .. there was a number of times when I lived in AR that that was exactly where it sat when I left from home to head in to work - a good 45 minute drive away. I think I was being taken care of - then, and all the times I’ve run out of gas as well
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