While at the restaurant, I had to do a number of errands to complete in a short amount of time. So I got in my truck and jumped to it. I noticed that my fuel was running low, but the fuel light had just come on, and the gas station is only 3-4 miles down the road. Besides, I have driven with the fuel light on for miles...I have never run out of gas.
After
completing the "chores" rather than pull in to the fuel stop, I continued on to the restaurant...I could fill up on the way home...I wanted to make sure we were ready for the dinner rush.
The night is over, the party is over, the restaurant is closed. I have to walk the dogs
I start my truck, and begin to make my way home. Glancing at my fuel
gauge,it appears to have an ominous, "out of gas" look to it. Undaunted, I plunge on ahead. One mile, two miles, three miles, almost there and then I feel the engine sputter...the glass is
un full.
No problem because the gas station is just in front of me, I am on a down hill, and I have lots of momentum. I am going to roll right up to the pump and fill up. Shock.
The gas station is closed....or from the "glass is half full" perspective..the gas station is
un open.
Closed,
un-open, all means the same to me...NO gas.
So...being a non-cell phone kind of biped, I begin the walk back to the restaurant in total
darkness. Young Harris truly is in, the middle of nowhere. I figure that I will grab one of our trucks, locate a gas can, drive to a gas station that should be open and.....problem solved. Right?
Not quite.
After 45 minutes of walking, I realize that I don't walk much. My hips are sore and injuries to my leg from the past have made me fairly lame. This is when I realized, that after getting gas and filling up my truck, and returning the other vehicle, I would have to walk BACK to my truck.
SO I called my sister...and she agreed to give me a ride, after I told her where my truck was beached. I hang up the phone and wait. After 20 minutes, I see my sister driving by the front of restaurant, and she is not slowing down... or stopping. She is driving to my truck WITHOUT ME.
WHY? WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT?
It's simple. I neglected to tell her that I was calling her from the restaurant. She thought I was calling from a pay phone. Realizing I was not with my truck, she ended up driving up and down the road looking for me. Finally after driving
through a road block/check point a few times she went back to the restaurant...2 hours later.
I did
VO2 intervals today.