oscar
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The short version of a long story is that we're driving East on I-80 somewhere in the middle of PA. Me and son in Max with the Castle (Cyclone 4100) behind us. In front of us wife and daughter in Suburban, pulling a flat bed trailer with a small cottage on it. (that's the long part of the story). Wifey started out with a quarter tank and I had told her to tell me (we have CB's) when it was down to 1/8th and we'd gass her up at the next exit if we hadn't reached the Flying J with RV island I was aiming for. Anywho, we run into some major road construction with lane shifts and narrow lanes and much delay. Wifey is a good driver, but does not have a lot of pulling experience so she is a little preoccupied. At some point a flag went off in my head and I asked her how much gas she had. Ooops! E for enough....not. Seconds later the low fuel light came on. 5 miles of one lane construction to go in heavy traffic.....next gas station 15. So, I'm sweating it. Running out in a single lane with nowhere to pull over is bad.....Two miles later there's an exit. No signs for gas stations, but I have to get her off the interstate so we exit. We quickly found a large parking lot when I remembered the fueling station. I've never used it, but this seemed like a good time. (We do use the genny so I keep the tank full...) Driver side to driver side I quickly put about 7 or 8 gallons in her tank and minutes later we were back on the road...... Got to the Flying J and topped everyone off, dumped and had a nice lunch. The difference between adventure and ordeal.....