CheeseheadEarl
Elio Addict
I had a 71 1110 pickup, 345 4 speed. Loved that old tank till it literally rusted to death.
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At least it would be easier with your Elio ..
You all have correctly imagined that the gas cap on the side it is on is safer when filling it when you run out of gas on the road. However the example of pulling your wife from a burning car is unthinkable for me. I am recently divorced.
And then others of you have argued that I should never run out of gas, and in my 40+ years of driving I have not, so I was thinking mainly from filling up at the pump... The safer side would be the driver's side. Then in the most typical scenario you would get out on the pump side of the vehicle and stay there out of the craziness of some filling stations' traffic.
And also I would get a visual reminder that my gas cap was off if I went into the station to get something when I came back to the car...
I really like the benefit of not having to go through a divorce...you say the backseat passenger is sitting on the gas tank??.
My view.... Either side as long as I don't have to fill up too often.
That is a beautiful essay. You should submit it for publication somewhere. Very nice. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. :-) ZWow, lots of fire under this subject! But for those of you who are too upright and responsible to run out of gas I respond thusly: I live on the verge of an empty tank most of the time. Not just by the nature of my economic condition, but for my desire, no NEED to live on the proverbial edge! I can assure you that I look on my bottomed out gas gage, tap it a couple times, and grimace in the face of impending pedestrian-ship with a raised pulse and renewed appreciation for whatever distance my vehicle carries me in such speed and luxury, hightened by the sure knowledge that I'll be leaving it all behind soon for a rather tiring and probably long trudge to the nearest petrol station. But in the face of this apparent adversity lies a small thrill for the journey ahead, and a sense of getting back to something more primitive and even perhaps nobler in making my own unaided way in the world with nothing but the clothes on my back and a credit card that I fervently hope will suffer one more transaction.
And on those occasions I find myself ambling along the path of ribbonous highway, I oft thrill at the way the broken glass bits sparkle in the sun like a path of diamonds before me stretching on, and on, and on. Suddenly realizing that's the heat stroke, I find a shady place to rest and enjoy the sights and sounds of a traffic-punctuated natural world that so few of us ever have the occasion to experience, much less enjoy through a heat induced euphoria....
But most of the time my trusty rusty vehicle gets me to my destination using some hidden cache of fuel the gas guage knows naught of, and I sigh in relief for the successful completion of my journey, and maybe just a little bit for the one that might have been.
To those souls that have never run out of gas, maybe it's about time you did, before it's too late. Or maybe for some it's been too long.
Oh boy, I agree with Zelio. If that is original material, you need to persue your writing talents If that is indeed your way of life, even more so.That is a beautiful essay. You should submit it for publication somewhere. Very nice. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. Z
Thank you both, I blush at such high praise for such humble efforts. Wish I had more time for such things.Oh boy, I agree with Zelio. If that is original material, you need to persue your writing talents If that is indeed your way of life, even more so.