On my way to NY from Indianapolis I found myself on the Pen. Turnpike at 3:50AM on a Sunday morning. The red light came on and I was sure a station was up ahead. It was, but on the westbound side. I started to worry when the sign said next station 57 miles ahead. I took an exit that said gas but as I paid to get off the attendant said the station would not open until 8:am. I drove on. I picked another exit about 20 miles later and heard the same thing from the attendant. I got back on the turnpike and really started to worry, the guage laid on E and the red light had been on for a while. I tried to slow down but the Ford wanted to run at 80 so I slipped in behind a four wheeler and tried to draft him as best as I could. The next sign said gas 10 miles ahead and I was sure I would never make it, I prayed I would stop at a callbox so I wouldn't have to walk. Well, I made it, the explorer shut off and I coasted right up to the pump. Not bad for a 97 v8 eddie bauer explorer. Hasn't left me on the road yet, hope it never will.
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