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I just had an OH SHIT moment today.
On the way into work this morning the fuel light came on. No problem I have .9 gallons of gas remaining. I’ll just fop into the Mobil gas station on the way home. It’s along the way as I approach 93 south.
I get out of work and light come on. Fine no problem, thanks for the reminder. I pull into the gas station and begin searching thru the tank bag. Left pocket, nothing. Right pocket, nothing. The big part, nothing. Shoot, where is it? Then I remember. Last night I went to Advanced Auto Parts to find some radiator hoses for the HAWK. I got home and brought everything downstairs. But did I remember to bring the wallet up after I was done working on the HAWK. I guess not. Shoot now what. 27.7 miles home maybe .7-.8 gallons is remaining. Oh don’t forget I am in Medford and I need to get to Rockland and it’s 3:15. Hell anything is possible with traffic at this time. I have a little reprieve as I can use the hove lane. All right lets do it.
I head out and try to catch any draft doing 60mph. Save fuel, Save fuel, Save fuel. I get to the top of the Zakim Bunker Hill Bridge and let it pretty much roll well into the tunnel. No traffic. Good. I get to the end of the tunnel and there it is. DAMN traffic. So I sit in it and it’s slightly moving. Petty consistent 5-10 I get beyond the fortress building and things pick up a bit more to 30’s. Good. I’m moving forward at low RPM’s. I make it to the HOV lane. Nice. “I hope I don’t stall.” I don’t want to be one of those people clogging up the HOV lane. 55mph. Good. There was one moment I thought I was running out. I just rolled off.
I’m in Braintree. NO Traffic. I camp behind a Red F250 @60mph. Come on Weymouth. Yes. Come on Norwell. Yes. One more. Come on Rockland. YES… I’m on the home stretch, less than 2 miles remaining. I ease her home. I have never felt so much pressure, what a sigh of relief when I pulled into the drive way.
I go immediately downstairs and find the wallet right where I left it. MORON. Well I need gas now. The station is 1 mile away. DO I do it or take the truck. What the hell. It’s only 1 mile. If I have to push it it’s only a short distance and the last ¼ is downhill. Bikes starts up with no problem and venture into the station with no problem. I pump 4.667 gallons into the tank, right to the very top. Man, I have never put that much into the tank. I get her home and wonder how much the tank holds. I pull out the repair manual and open the fuel section and find the tank holds 4.7 gallons. DO THE MATH .033 gallons is what was left in the tank. WOW can you say FUMES.
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Originally Posted by Mongoose441
