To the people who dutifully fill up their tanks as soon as the needle hits a quarter-tank, I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to the adventurers who live dangerously close to the edge, who exist merely to play the great game of chance.
Last week, I asked you guys for your closest “running on empty” story. How far did you have to push the car, motorcycle or truck? Did you get anyone to help you? Or was gravity the greatest savior of all?
After hearing your tales, I’m thinking maybe I don’t live dangerously enough.
Western NY (pennsylvaniapower)
It’s like a no-man’s-land out there.
Child 2 (Elhigh)
A day you’ll never forget.
A more in-depth driving lesson than most would get.
A Challenge (Mod Motor Guy)
A title nobody has topped yet.
Tracking (BT Carroll)
Calling AAA is always fun.
Always buy the insurance.
Backtrack (Bronx Resident Benjamin White)
What could the issue be?
A brief moment in history.
Push (Adult Here)
With four people anything is possible...!
Push HARDER (cazzyodo)
Those cruisers are no joke.
Turn everything off.
Lunch (Yes I drive a 240... Sort of)
On an incline, too!
Yes, I do like games.
Atlas (Teh Penguin of Doom)
Checking to see how far the next fillup is.