all i could do right then was laugh my self. funny thing was that it was here for an oil change. nothing related to fuel or anything.:shake:

Drove a 72 Ford Bronco back in the day. Like 9 gallons to the mile. Gas gauge never worked. Ended up walking quite a few times.

Ran out of gas in the backwoods once and walked to this old cabin I had passed earlier. Around midnight and lights were on still so I knocked. Thru the window I could see this old timer sleeping in his rocking chair shotgun across his lap. He turned out to be a hell of a nice guy and had a gas can with a few gallons in it he gave me...enough to get to a gas station. He told me to just get his can back to him the next day which I did, filled, and left a 20 dollar bill under the edge. Funny cause that old coot looked meaner than a junkyard dog and prolly was if you were dumb enough to cross him. My kind of guy.

Did you make sweet love to him?

Just once. When I would drive from base at Great Lakes to Columbia or Jefferson City in my old Cutlass Supreme, I'd always hit empty around Wentzville, a few miles west of St. Louis. I always stopped at the same gas station. But once I brought a friend back with me, and apparently the weight of an extra person dropped the fuel efficiency just enough, because I ran out of gas just as I got to the exit ramp. Luckily the gas station was only about a five minute walk, but I sure felt stupid.

The person with me was female, and didn't exactly appreciate my theory, either. :D

Several times for me. Once driving across Montana. I passes a gas station with over a quarter tank left in my truck. It drank the gas climbing the mountains. I was just a couple of miles short of a gas station too. I hitched a ride, bought a can and gas, and hitched back.

one time, a buddy and i took mrs sec's car to a hockey game in st. louis. i drove down and had a few beers, so he drove back. what sucked was we'd stopped twice on the way home to grab snacks and coffee, but completely forgot about gas.

about 2am, we were 20 miles from my house and he mentioned that we'd driven a hell of a long way w/o putting gas in the car. well, it was too late to find a place open in nemo, so we just kept going. made it to the bottom of the hill from my house and it died. so, we walked up to the barn and grabbed a can used for the lawn mowers. while we were walking back past the house, he was telling me not to tell mrs sec about running out of gas, because he'd just got into it w/his wife about her always running out of gas. little did we know, mrs sec was standing inside next the an open window listening to us talk. she snitched us out, of course.

sec

lol. sec claims theres hockey in st.louis.

you really are a funny guy...ROFL

f@ckin red wings fans...:mad:
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Only once, I was 25 at the time and had a good excuse. It was my motorcycle and I had forgot that I had switched to reserve before going in a bar.

I was in the bar for about 5 hours and left about midnight and was pretty well lit. I got about two miles when I ran out of gas. It was along a highway, middle of the night and in Florida in July. Hot as hell and muggy and I had to push the bike about a mile. I dropped it a couple of times because besides being drunk and hot, I was on the grassy slope off the edge of the road so I wouldn't get run over. That was the last time that ever happened.

I never ran out of gas while in the car but I did pass gas a few times. It's a treat for the grandkids. They love that stuff.

I voted one time. But now that I think about it I think it was the fuel pump.

When I drove OTR I ran out one time. Fuel prices had jumped & there were only a few places we were allowed to fuel up at. I got to Portland to deliver & as I got off the freeway at a light the truck died. Lucky for me 5 blocks down the road a good friend worked & brought me 5 gal. to get me going. I had the filter off ahead of time so when he got there it was real quick. I think I was down 20-25 minutes at the most.

I froze up one time too in Nebraska.

ROFL

I ran out of gas once when I was a poverty stricken punk in my late teens when I would gamble with the gas gauge vs. my wallet.

I ran out once and who was there with a 5 gallon can when I called?

Dane of course.