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So I'm driving home from a concert in the park in the Tunebug, feeling pretty good about how he's running. That smug moment before the fall, as it were. Then I get a stutter, stutter, stall. What the...
Check plug wires, poke around, nothing. Then I look at the gas gauge. Doesn't really work, shows 1/4 all the time. Except when the tank is empty, apparently, then it shows empty. Get out and shake the car (my backup gauge method), no sloshing. Out of gas. Only a couple miles from home, but not much road shoulder for pushing. Call the wife, she'll run down some gas when her TV show ends in 15 minutes. I settle in to wait.
Not 2 minutes later a guy in an early 80's Alpha Romeo pulls over and offers me a ride home. Nice guy, nice car (there's comfy seats--and heat--and speed--oh my). Drives me home, waits while I grab the gas can (mercifully full), and drives me back to my car. There are still nice folks out there and I guess, like bikers, little car guys/gals look out for each other.
Really need to fix that gas gauge, or just remember to fill up a little more often. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif
Check plug wires, poke around, nothing. Then I look at the gas gauge. Doesn't really work, shows 1/4 all the time. Except when the tank is empty, apparently, then it shows empty. Get out and shake the car (my backup gauge method), no sloshing. Out of gas. Only a couple miles from home, but not much road shoulder for pushing. Call the wife, she'll run down some gas when her TV show ends in 15 minutes. I settle in to wait.
Not 2 minutes later a guy in an early 80's Alpha Romeo pulls over and offers me a ride home. Nice guy, nice car (there's comfy seats--and heat--and speed--oh my). Drives me home, waits while I grab the gas can (mercifully full), and drives me back to my car. There are still nice folks out there and I guess, like bikers, little car guys/gals look out for each other.
Really need to fix that gas gauge, or just remember to fill up a little more often. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif