There’s that, plus my old BMW Z3 has an idiosyncrasy in it’s fuel gauge. If you over-fill, the gauge stops working and shows Empty forever. One fix is to pull the appropriate fuse for the gauge and reinsert it, which restores the reading. But I don’t want to have to do that so I’m careful when I fill up.
Nothing good could come from going, Earl. And you certainly won’t be able to contribute to the real conversations that go on there.
And he know he’s not going.
After watch some of the road rage videos on YouTube I know I want to stay out of them. An attempted hug could be lethal.
Ever ask a friend a question he isn’t qualified to answer?
Good thing they don’t sell underwear.
Amazon can have them there tomorrow if you order in the next 6 hours and select “Next Day” delivery.
As you well know, this is one of only about a half-dozen strips where nobody gets mad, casts insults or proselytizes. Thank goodness.
That system might be better than seat belts.
And in NJ you have to get out and argue with the attendant to keep him from “topping up” your tank for another quarter gallon. I (used to) avoid getting gas when I visited NJ, or stop at a station where the attendant was busy with others so I could start pumping and then stand where I could control it. Now I don’t go there anymore.