Have you ever been driving and then realize the low fuel is on? Well if it's happened to me before, I've never noticed it, but I sure did tonight. It's fuckin -38 out at 11:30 pm and here's me driving down the highway, no other cars around, about 1/2 way home, I see the scariest light that you could in this situation. The little red fuel tank lit up. I take a look at the guage and sure enough, I'm on E. How the hell did that happen? I did fill up the Beast a week or so ago. I think anyways. So here's this blonde chicka cruising down a deserted highway going 130, which is, I think 80 mph, for any of you americans reading this, and I'm on empty. Let's just say I started loving the Beast, praising it like I only do my son, stroking it like I only do.. well, umm, never mind. I even started praying to the gas gods, pleading to let me get home. And no, there ain't no gas stations open that late between my work and home (28 miles). Ridiculous, I know, but it's what happens when you decide to live out in never, never land.
Don't know if it was the strokin or the prayin, but I made it home. Now, hopefully I got enough piss left in the Beast to make it the 3 blocks to the gas station. 'Cause we all know, I sure as hell ain't gonna be walking in -30 or so degree weather.
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