Part 5: The Journey Back, or Just the Beginning…

We collect ourselves and my car and we begin make our back to the interstate ultimately heading east and back home to Arizona.

Swapping one desert for another, we come up on a nearby gas station and there’s a long line. My wife doesn’t want to wait plus gas was way cheaper in Arizona (it still is by the way) so she wants to get gas closer to home across the state line. I reluctantly agree recollecting the two recent occasions a we’d ran out of gas in the van.

We crank up the music and sing as we head directly into the sun as it’s rising brilliantly in the east we are travelling toward. Traffic is light as are our moods with my big win earlier and the music. After we cross back into Arizona, there is a beep in my car as there is 20 miles left in the take (according to the digital cluster).

We make our way further and I suggest that we exit at the next gas station and top off the tank. This is immediately rejected disregarded by my suddenly irritated wife who wants to move further east.

I again reluctantly agree thinking again of the two times we ran out of gas just a couple of weeks prior. What choice did I have, if I pushed further, she’d turn on me. We come up on Pahrump and see an exit two miles and change away.

This is where we will finally get gas, that is where the car decides that it is out of gas, right then and there. The gage showed 10 miles but apparently those were used up.

The car sputters and slows as the engine stalls out!!!!

Tune in next time for the continuing saga of: Out of Gas, Again and Other Misadventures.

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