Car Trouble

I hate car trouble. Not only is it inconvenient, but it can be scary. Especially when it happens in the middle of a busy intersection. That's why we refer to the 67th Ave. and Bell Rd. area as my Death Corner. I have had a disproportional amount of break-downs there.

Whenever the car makes a noise, I feel a twinge of anxiety. If lights start blinking and bells start chiming, I grab my cell phone, call Q (number 2, 3, or 4 on speed dial), and go into double freak-out panic mode.

That's what happened tonight...except for the freak out part. I kept calm, for once. On the way to school, I stopped for gas. After leaving the station, I got less than a mile down the (this time it was 67th and Cactus) when I noticed that the "Low Fuel" light was on and the gas gauge read EMPTY.

I KNOW there's gas in that car. I am $30 poorer because of it. Also, the tank was still more than 1/4 full when I topped it off. But still, I felt that the car might quit at running at any minute.

I made it to the college fine, and called Q right when I got there. As predicted, he told me I have nothing to worry about. That may be true, but I find any mechanical abnormalities to be quite jarring...even though the car is, in fact running fine.

I did make a point of resetting the trip odometer to zero. This will be my...I mean it's Q's short term gas gauge. He'll be driving the Mustang for awhile. The car will get a fill-up when it reaches around 200 miles.