So I'm working at east of chicago tonight, I took 6 runs total...all out of the new haven city limits, Doty road, US 24, webster road, river haven, rolling meadows up on the north end...Yeah ALL at least a 10 minute drive each way.
So my gas light comes on at 245 miles on the tank...I take this one delivery about 8:15 out to River haven, the lady gives me a the change for a tip and then hands me two more dollars cause "gas is high" I thank her profusely and walk out the door...knowing I need gas BAD.
So I'm rolling down Hartzell road and my car starts to sputter...fuck me...i get up to the first track, cross over...low and fucking behold there's a train on the OTHER set of tracks. Right now it's 8:30.
So I let it idle as much as I can, around 8:50 with the train still sitting there I hear the fuel pump start to suck air...fuck fuck fuck
8:51....car dies... won't restart.
8:52 I call my work and say Uh yeah I'm a be late, then I call my dad and say hey bring me a container of gas.
As I get off the phone with him the guy rolls up behind me and helps my push my car off to the side...
at 9 fucking 10 this train FINALLY clears the tracks. My dad comes across and hands me the container of 87 and I put in enough to get her started, drive her across the fucking tracks to the gas station where I put in 11.117 gallons of 92 octane...
New Haven law dictates Norfolk and Southern cannot hold up a crossing for more than 10 minutes....let alone 40.
I felt like I was gonna puke when i heard the pump start sucking air, and then the engine die.
I know I can make 280 miles on one tank though. if it wasn't for 21 minutes of idling I would have made it across the tracks and to the gas station...not more than 50 ft away.
That's my shittay story for the night...not as bad as Claytons or Wills...but yeah.
Commence on the name calling and bashing of the stupid me.
too many long distance deliveries
ran out of gas
dad gave me gas
sittin here typing waiting to be called names
So my gas light comes on at 245 miles on the tank...I take this one delivery about 8:15 out to River haven, the lady gives me a the change for a tip and then hands me two more dollars cause "gas is high" I thank her profusely and walk out the door...knowing I need gas BAD.
So I'm rolling down Hartzell road and my car starts to sputter...fuck me...i get up to the first track, cross over...low and fucking behold there's a train on the OTHER set of tracks. Right now it's 8:30.
So I let it idle as much as I can, around 8:50 with the train still sitting there I hear the fuel pump start to suck air...fuck fuck fuck
8:51....car dies... won't restart.
8:52 I call my work and say Uh yeah I'm a be late, then I call my dad and say hey bring me a container of gas.
As I get off the phone with him the guy rolls up behind me and helps my push my car off to the side...
at 9 fucking 10 this train FINALLY clears the tracks. My dad comes across and hands me the container of 87 and I put in enough to get her started, drive her across the fucking tracks to the gas station where I put in 11.117 gallons of 92 octane...
New Haven law dictates Norfolk and Southern cannot hold up a crossing for more than 10 minutes....let alone 40.
I felt like I was gonna puke when i heard the pump start sucking air, and then the engine die.
I know I can make 280 miles on one tank though. if it wasn't for 21 minutes of idling I would have made it across the tracks and to the gas station...not more than 50 ft away.
That's my shittay story for the night...not as bad as Claytons or Wills...but yeah.
Commence on the name calling and bashing of the stupid me.
too many long distance deliveries
ran out of gas
dad gave me gas
sittin here typing waiting to be called names