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Eek, I always hate the moment when the range disappears. Scary stuff and it gets the hypermiling brain going. Glad you made it!I almost fucked up baaaad.
I drove my oldest back to his mom in MA tonight, which is about 160 miles each way. The tank on my Rav4 gets just around 320 miles when full, so I can generally get the whole way there and back and be running down on my last 12 miles or so when I hit the gas station near my house.
Well today, he and I went to an arcade up in Rotterdam about 30 miles away, and I filled up before going there. I didn't even think about it after dropping him off and starting on my way back, until I noticed my gas light come on while driving through the Berkshire mountains. 12 mile range left. Waze told me the next gas station was 10 miles away off some exit around Lee, with it closing soon (it was about 9:50 when I noticed.)
I added the stop and as I'm driving I'm watching the range on the car decreasing faster than the miles left on navigation... I roll up to the station with my tank reading "---", at 10:01pm. Pumps were shut off. I did another search for nearby stations and found one 0.6 miles away that was 24/7. Car luckily still started up. As I was heading to the one I'd told Waze to go to, I saw a closer station with the pump screens still on, and someone else parked at one. Pulled in there thinking I was saved, got out, put my card in and activated the pump, stuck the nozzle into the tank and... Nothing. No fuel, internal pumps shut off, they just didn't deactivate the POS system...
I couldn't tell if the other car stopped there was managing to get anything or not, so I asked the lady if she was also having trouble, which she was. Another dead station.
She said there was another station up around the corner, which would have been the one I first searched. Again, luckily, the car started back up and I was able to follow her the half-mile to the thankfully open and stocked station, managing to fill my tank.
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So I almost got stuck walking in the mountains. Fun.
Also, this is a child pumping gas earlier in the day... Like, 10 or 11 years old.
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Maybe if I told my kids to go fill up my tank, I wouldn't have run out of gas.
I know they put the "empty" gauge a little higher than actual empty, to account for idiots like me, but yeah... Anxiety get.Eek, I always hate the moment when the range disappears. Scary stuff and it gets the hypermiling brain going. Glad you made it!
Definitely. Kids no longer get allowance, they get to save up to fill the tank.
There’s a Cumberland station on route 7 in great barrington that I believe is 24/7I almost fucked up baaaad.
I drove my oldest back to his mom in MA tonight, which is about 160 miles each way. The tank on my Rav4 gets just around 320 miles when full, so I can generally get the whole way there and back and be running down on my last 12 miles or so when I hit the gas station near my house.
Well today, he and I went to an arcade up in Rotterdam about 30 miles away, and I filled up before going there. I didn't even think about it after dropping him off and starting on my way back, until I noticed my gas light come on while driving through the Berkshire mountains. 12 mile range left. Waze told me the next gas station was 10 miles away off some exit around Lee, with it closing soon (it was about 9:50 when I noticed.)
I added the stop and as I'm driving I'm watching the range on the car decreasing faster than the miles left on navigation... I roll up to the station with my tank reading "---", at 10:01pm. Pumps were shut off. I did another search for nearby stations and found one 0.6 miles away that was 24/7. Car luckily still started up. As I was heading to the one I'd told Waze to go to, I saw a closer station with the pump screens still on, and someone else parked at one. Pulled in there thinking I was saved, got out, put my card in and activated the pump, stuck the nozzle into the tank and... Nothing. No fuel, internal pumps shut off, they just didn't deactivate the POS system...
I couldn't tell if the other car stopped there was managing to get anything or not, so I asked the lady if she was also having trouble, which she was. Another dead station.
She said there was another station up around the corner, which would have been the one I first searched. Again, luckily, the car started back up and I was able to follow her the half-mile to the thankfully open and stocked station, managing to fill my tank.
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So I almost got stuck walking in the mountains. Fun.
Also, this is a child pumping gas earlier in the day... Like, 10 or 11 years old.
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Maybe if I told my kids to go fill up my tank, I wouldn't have run out of gas.
you would have hit others that would have been open on route 7 before reaching great barringtonProbably, and I was also just a little bit before the service plaza, but I didn't think I'd make it that much further. X's are the ones I tried, arrow is around where I hit "---", just before that exit.
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Still would have been 2+ miles more than I assumed I had.you would have hit others that would have been open on route 7 before reaching great barrington
I'm sure I could make a Venn-diagram of this area to find the overlap between "Native American named towns", "European towns with 'new' stuck in front", and "Stupid white people names".I was looking at a map of the area and misread Saugerties as Sugartitties.
...I've read too many things for my brain to handle today!
Pffft... The chances that both my cars are 10,000+ miles past due for an oil change is very high... I'm not the type of person to care about being on top of proper vehicle maintenance, ever. But they're both Toyotas, and those things are so durable that they facilitated an entire war.The idea of habitually waiting until you only have 12 miles worth of gas left to fill up is making me anxious just thinking about it.
If you want your fuel pump to last as long as possible, don't let your tank fall below a quarter full. Fuel pumps use fuel to cool and lubricate themselves. If you get new vehicles every few years, you probably won't ever see the consequences, but if you're planning to keep your vehicle for a while, it will kill the pump eventually.
A quarter tank may seem higher than necessary, but it's because fuel sloshes around when you drive.
I always read the sign for Scotrun, Pennsylvania as “Scrotum”I was looking at a map of the area and misread Saugerties as Sugartitties.
...I've read too many things for my brain to handle today!
Ahahaha. That reminds me of when my dad gave me his old car, and it sounded pretty funny, so I asked him when he'd last had the oil changed.Pffft... The chances that both my cars are 10,000+ miles past due for an oil change is very high... I'm not the type of person to care about being on top of proper vehicle maintenance, ever. But they're both Toyotas, and those things are so durable that they facilitated an entire war.
Your son is a goat..?
Haha fixedYour son is a goat..?
This is the correct position. Our masters, the furry felines, need to assert dominance at every opportunity.A pic of myself and my cat posing as a parrot.
This looks cool, but I have to wonder... Is it not annoying to try to drink from? That diagonal ridge looks like it'd be right around where you'd drink from holding it right handed.View attachment 18712View attachment 18713View attachment 18714View attachment 18715
New mug I picked up on vacation!
This looks cool, but I have to wonder... Is it not annoying to try to drink from? That diagonal ridge looks like it'd be right around where you'd drink from holding it right handed.
That's my experience with most fancy mugs. They look neat, but aren't very practical for every day use.
Fair enough. I'd think how I hold it depends entirely on the shape of the mug/handle, in my experience. A round one does seem good for palming, though.Drink from it fine
I also don't use handles typically , I just wrap my hand around my mugs and the ends if my fingers usually wrap through the handle
Fair enough. I'd think how I hold it depends entirely on the shape of the mug/handle, in my experience. A round one does seem good for palming, though.
Got me some neat, new t-shirts!
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T-shirts were truly the original memes.
I used to have one that said "If you choose to speak to me you waive the right to regret it."One of my favorites was one that said “Fuck you, you fucking fuck.” because I used to get a rise outta making people give me disgusted looks.
These days… I don’t need a shirt for that. It’s great.
I used to have one that said "If you choose to speak to me you waive the right to regret it."
There is still a niche of dad-appropriate gimmick t-shirts; one of mine is "Keep calm and ask your mom".
I honestly can't recall any crazy insulting t-shirts I had as a youth. I just wasn't an offensive lad, so pleasant and non-confrontational.
I went to private schools my whole life. So I only wore shirts like that in public where people can kiss my behind if they didn't like it lol...yeah, be careful with those shirts, they can get you called out, too. I was the quiet kid in high school (shocker?!?), and I once wore one that said "CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?!" and it got me called into the school administration offices for two hours of questions because they thought I was planning something. Apparently being the socially anxious, leave me the fuck alone type makes you very much a stereotype. So...hey, be careful with funny shirts.
I went to a pretty crappy high school in a pretty crappy part of Phoenix, I kept to myself and tried not to make waves because I just wanted the world to leave me alone until I could get home again and shut myself away. Yay for being an anti-social teen lying in denial about who you are and desperately avoiding any interaction with the outside worldI went to private schools my whole life. So I only wore shirts like that in public where people can kiss my behind if they didn't like it lol
You'll deny it, of course, but I think you turned out pretty fucking awesome.I went to a pretty crappy high school in a pretty crappy part of Phoenix, I kept to myself and tried not to make waves because I just wanted the world to leave me alone until I could get home again and shut myself away. Yay for being an anti-social teen lying in denial about who you are and desperately avoiding any interaction with the outside world
You'll deny it, of course, but I think you turned out pretty fucking awesome.
You're not alone there when it comes to being anti-social. Never cared for fitting in with the cliques, and that pretty much summarized social life at my school. You either fit in or you didn't.I went to a pretty crappy high school in a pretty crappy part of Phoenix, I kept to myself and tried not to make waves because I just wanted the world to leave me alone until I could get home again and shut myself away. Yay for being an anti-social teen lying in denial about who you are and desperately avoiding any interaction with the outside world
Goddamn right she did. I couldn't ask for a better partner! ^^You'll deny it, of course, but I think you turned out pretty fucking awesome.
Pretty universal, it seems. Conform to the norm or be hated.You're not alone there when it comes to being anti-social. Never cared for fitting in with the cliques, and that pretty much summarized social life at my school. You either fit in or you didn't.
Any excuseGoddamn right she did. I couldn't ask for a better partner! ^^
Well, too bad for them because I'm not pretending to be someone I'm not to fit in. Like Kurt Cobain once said, I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for someone I'm not.Pretty universal, it seems. Conform to the norm or be hated.
It's true though.Any excuse
Well too bad for you, you're loved for who you are.Well, too bad for them because I'm not pretending to be someone I'm not to fit in. Like Kurt Cobain once said, I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for someone I'm not.
Well too bad for you, you're loved for who you are.