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Jedi Knight
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I live in a small town, an old fashion town, not a "planned community, and this is why.
It was just before dusk tonight and I decided to run to the bank to do a deposit. I pulled the 8 out of the garage, made it about 1/2 a mile and my 8 studdered and shut off so I made a quick turn off the main road and on to a smaller side road. I coasted off to the side of the road and realized I was still in a poor position that any one making the turn would not see me until they kissed the bumper of my car. As I looked around, out steps a guys and his wife and said pull in here and get out of traffic, then they walked out and helped me push the 8 about 20 feet into their driveway. It only took a second to realize I was out of gas and my guage was reading 1/4 tank. I gave a quick call to my son and he said he would be there in 10 minutes with the gas can and funnel.
Matt and his wife had moved to our small town a year before, a disabled Marine (Iraq Injury) and they were have a few drinks on their front porch. Before I could say thanks they offered up an adult beverege, we exchanged a couple of war stories (We were only located about 25 miles apart in Iraq during he same few months), I shared a few contacts to make help him with his VA benefits, talked about GI bebefits to help his wife go back to school. My son dropped off the fuel, dumped a few gallons in the tank. We then sat on the porch with them and chatted for another 30 minutes before I headed home.
I do love my home town.
Now I have to figure out why my tank is stuck at reading 1/4 tank.
It was just before dusk tonight and I decided to run to the bank to do a deposit. I pulled the 8 out of the garage, made it about 1/2 a mile and my 8 studdered and shut off so I made a quick turn off the main road and on to a smaller side road. I coasted off to the side of the road and realized I was still in a poor position that any one making the turn would not see me until they kissed the bumper of my car. As I looked around, out steps a guys and his wife and said pull in here and get out of traffic, then they walked out and helped me push the 8 about 20 feet into their driveway. It only took a second to realize I was out of gas and my guage was reading 1/4 tank. I gave a quick call to my son and he said he would be there in 10 minutes with the gas can and funnel.
Matt and his wife had moved to our small town a year before, a disabled Marine (Iraq Injury) and they were have a few drinks on their front porch. Before I could say thanks they offered up an adult beverege, we exchanged a couple of war stories (We were only located about 25 miles apart in Iraq during he same few months), I shared a few contacts to make help him with his VA benefits, talked about GI bebefits to help his wife go back to school. My son dropped off the fuel, dumped a few gallons in the tank. We then sat on the porch with them and chatted for another 30 minutes before I headed home.
I do love my home town.
Now I have to figure out why my tank is stuck at reading 1/4 tank.