Runnin' On Fumes

Tuesday morning I left for work with the needle on gas gauge of the Challenger already registering under a quarter tank of gas. Now, almost everyone knows that means you have even less than its telling you, since the needle never moves anyway for the first 50-60 miles, then starts to drop, and by the time it gets to a quarter most tend to drop pretty rapidly, at least they have on all my cars. Anyways, I left for work with hopes of making it to and from work without running out of gas, so I was driving very conservatively (which, in the Challenger is VERY hard to do.) Right as I was leaving work that afternoon the gas light came on. C'monnnnn baby, you can do it! I made it all the way home [about 26 miles] with no issues.

Now, normally I would've stopped right before getting home to gas up since I was already on 'E'. Not that day though. You see, on Tuesday nights I play indoor flag football in Manassas, and Manassas currently has the cheapest gas available anywhere. So I might as well try and coach this thing another 11 miles to the Exxon right down the street from where we play, also about 15 cents a gallon cheaper than the station near my house....and when you're filling up with premium gas, every bit makes a difference! I'm happy to report that I made it there without running dry...barely. I was definitely running on fumes. My gas tank has a capacity of 19 gallons, and when I finished filling up, I had put in about 18.7 gallons. This photo above was taken with the engine still running, so you could see where the needle truly was, [unlike when you shut off the engine and the needle drops to 0] allll the way at the bottom of the red baby! I know the Colonel was quite happy to be refueled and ready to go. Just another bonding moment between the car and I.

Kramer and Rick still have me beaten though.