...And I am their King.
I wanted to take my Dad for a quick drive this weekend to show off my now smooth running sports car (that he helped me drag home in a MUCH lesser state). Barely out of the neighborhood she started really acting cranky.
We make it to the grocery store and it's getting worse, turn around to go home and she stalls at a light, half way back he looks over... "Son, are you out of gas?".....Nah, can't be the needle reads 1/4 tank but the light did just started flickering pulling into the neighborhood the other day.
1/2 mile from home she coughs her last sputter, 10 minutes and a Cheshire grinning wife later (bearing a 5 gallon can of gas) she starts right back up and runs home normally.
I guess unlike today's models where they plan for people who pull this, when an old 911 shows you that little light, it's NOT KIDDING AROUND!
(Yes, I know you aren't supposed to ever let get that low for a number of reasons, just a slap in the face with bad judgement moment that I can assure you won't happen again any time soon :D )
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