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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.

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[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.