Did you ever run out of gas before reaching a gas station?
Or did you reach a gas station just in the nick of time?
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I was a backseat passenger, but I was sitting with my god mother when a guy walked up with a swollen face needing to go to the hospital, tooth infection.
So we all jumped in the car, and it was a very nice used one for her, and drive up a hill, and it died right where there was no place to pull over, just a guard rail and then a ravine going down a dozen stories.
She of course wasn't carrying anything to signal or warn people, and it was a big blind curve. She did at least listen to me to keep a gas can inside the trunk, but didn't comprehend the need to keep it filled- she wasted the gas weed wacking her parents graves.
So I took the plastic gas can, and ran up the highway as people drove around her at high speeds and honking like crazy, and cut through thorny thickets up a hill to cut a half of mile off my hike. Was sweaty as hell by time I got to fill it up. On the way back police were everywhere, fire trucks. The guy we were transporting had a warrant out for him and fled out the window at some earlier point over into the ravine and made it the three additional miles to the hospital on his own. Her car was completely smashed up, but she lived. Car perfectly crumpled from multiple hits, but kept the inner frame intact.
I told her not to vote Democrat anymore and she didn't from that point on. Didn't have a accident again after that, and always remembered to fill up the gas.
So we all jumped in the car, and it was a very nice used one for her, and drive up a hill, and it died right where there was no place to pull over, just a guard rail and then a ravine going down a dozen stories.
She of course wasn't carrying anything to signal or warn people, and it was a big blind curve. She did at least listen to me to keep a gas can inside the trunk, but didn't comprehend the need to keep it filled- she wasted the gas weed wacking her parents graves.
So I took the plastic gas can, and ran up the highway as people drove around her at high speeds and honking like crazy, and cut through thorny thickets up a hill to cut a half of mile off my hike. Was sweaty as hell by time I got to fill it up. On the way back police were everywhere, fire trucks. The guy we were transporting had a warrant out for him and fled out the window at some earlier point over into the ravine and made it the three additional miles to the hospital on his own. Her car was completely smashed up, but she lived. Car perfectly crumpled from multiple hits, but kept the inner frame intact.
I told her not to vote Democrat anymore and she didn't from that point on. Didn't have a accident again after that, and always remembered to fill up the gas.