Pushing Your Luck - the Diesel Light - Men...

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Climbing the walls at home, the other half decided today that we were going to make a 90-100 minute round trip to one of the larger shopping towns in the vicinity. Before we left, I looked and saw how little diesel we had left and asked him if he wanted to go and get a small fill to be sure to get us there and back - 'Nah, it'll be grand'. So off we set and when we were around 2/3 of the way there - the diesel light came on. We hit the reset button on the mileage so we could keep track of how far we'd traveled since it came on and kept going. We got to the shops, did the rounds, got back to the van and headed for home. 10 miles, 20, then 30 and we were beginning to seriously wonder whether or not we'd make it on the fumes that were left in the tank. 40 miles - we were nearly there... The entire time I was stressing... Worrying if we were going to be left with an hour walk in either direction to get to the nearest filling station. Fortunately for my man and his 'sense of adventure' (yes, he asked me 'where my sense of adventure was... thought he was hilarious) we made it to the filling station in our home town and eventually got home after some very 'economical' driving all the way back from the shops. I could have killed him... This one's open ended - share your fuel stories - Ever run out? Or, have you had your other half infuriate you on this level in a similar situation?