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[randomdreams]

The Spitfire runs out of gas the moment the gas gauge needle touches the empty line. Nothing else on that car is even slightly accurate, but boy the gas gauge is RIGHT ON. I learned this in the driveway, thankfully.

I walked the legs off Monty, along the Sand Creek Trail, which is nestled between an oil refinery and a truck junkyard. She walked in the door and fell over sound asleep.

Comments

[twoeleven]

I wish my car had an accurate gas gauge. The half-gallon warning trips at about two gallons, and I've gotten into the bad habit of driving it beyond "empty", because even that leaves a gallon in the tank. (It already has what's supposed to be an additional gallon in unmarked reserve, so it's not an immediately stupid bad habit, just one that will bite me eventually.)

[randomdreams]

This only works because I have such a long, repetitive drive, but I zero my odometer when I refill, and know I can go 400 miles safely and 425 with a bit of risk. Both options are so far below E that the needle has stopped moving. (I've never run out of gas in that car, but when I refill it after driving 425 miles, it takes the same amount of gas as the listed tank capacity, so I can't believe there's much left.)

[twoeleven]

Oh, I do something similar, which is why I wish the gauge was reliable: for routine local drives, I know the car's range, but for any thing else, it's much more variable.

[ivy]

Glad that you gathered your data somewhere manageable.

[amaebi]

Was going all the way to the Sand Creek Trail for walks, for fun and adventure or in avoidance of local dogs?

I hope it was optimally exhausting for you. It wounds as if it was great for Monty.

[malterre]

That sounds like a terrifying gas gauge!
I am jealous of Monty, I wish I could flop like that!

[secretagentmoof]

The Spitfire hews to a Fixed-point Theorem?