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Got back from Cruces last night. I was soooooooooo tired. I had gotten very little sleep the whole time I was there. I think the most I got was on the first night, and even then we had stayed up late talking.
Of course I had a good scare on the way home last night. When I left Cruces I knew that I'd be running low on gas when I got back to Socorro, but I had no idea how low.
I think I need to get my fuel gauge adjusted.
When I left Cruces my gauge was reading slightly higher than a half tank. Considering that I had filled up when I left Socorro, and had used much less than the half tank to get down I thought that I was in good shape, even though I had been doing quite a bit of driving around down there.
I even thought about getting gas many times on the way back up, just in case ya know. But the gauge never seemed to indicate that I was in need.
But right about 3 miles from Socorro the car started having problems. Shuddering, pedal to the metal and slowing down. I KNEW that I was out of gas. About a mile out I thought that I wasn't going to make it, that I would have to call nikki and bobda to come and get me.
I rolled into Socorro on fumes, literally. I filled up at the first station, and the car ate almost 13 gallons. I've never had to put in more than 12 before.
The funny thing, even when the car was lurching from no fuel, the gauge indicated that I had 1/16th of a tank left. That needle wasn't even brushing the empty line.
Which in itself is strange, because that little problem is new. I know that i've run the tank enough so that the needle rides the empty line, that's why I kept thinking that there wasn't a problem.
Oh well... Live and learn. And be glad I made it back into town.
Of course I had a good scare on the way home last night. When I left Cruces I knew that I'd be running low on gas when I got back to Socorro, but I had no idea how low.
I think I need to get my fuel gauge adjusted.
When I left Cruces my gauge was reading slightly higher than a half tank. Considering that I had filled up when I left Socorro, and had used much less than the half tank to get down I thought that I was in good shape, even though I had been doing quite a bit of driving around down there.
I even thought about getting gas many times on the way back up, just in case ya know. But the gauge never seemed to indicate that I was in need.
But right about 3 miles from Socorro the car started having problems. Shuddering, pedal to the metal and slowing down. I KNEW that I was out of gas. About a mile out I thought that I wasn't going to make it, that I would have to call nikki and bobda to come and get me.
I rolled into Socorro on fumes, literally. I filled up at the first station, and the car ate almost 13 gallons. I've never had to put in more than 12 before.
The funny thing, even when the car was lurching from no fuel, the gauge indicated that I had 1/16th of a tank left. That needle wasn't even brushing the empty line.
Which in itself is strange, because that little problem is new. I know that i've run the tank enough so that the needle rides the empty line, that's why I kept thinking that there wasn't a problem.
Oh well... Live and learn. And be glad I made it back into town.
posted by Phoenixwaller | 12:12 PM
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Well how did the wedding go?
It went very well. The weather cooperated, and everything was gorgeous.
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