I used to drive around a 79 VW van in high school but I disliked hippies. I started counting after the first time and stopped counting after one hundred times running out of gas because the gas gauge was faulty. I know, I know what a retard to not just fix the gauge but it became sort of a game after the first few times. The funny thing is except for once there always was a gas station near by, or I would roll right into one on fumes bucking like a wild horse. Ahh man those were good times in the early 90's. Totally understand the feeling of relief and being broke, lol.
I used to drive around a 79 VW van in high school but I disliked hippies. I started counting after the first time and stopped counting after one hundred times running out of gas because the gas gauge was faulty. I know, I know what a retard to not just fix the gauge but it became sort of a game after the first few times. The funny thing is except for once there always was a gas station near by, or I would roll right into one on fumes bucking like a wild horse. Ahh man those were good times in the early 90's. Totally understand the feeling of relief and being broke, lol.
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