Ok. Maybe not. My truck is sitting at the end of Becky's road, out of gas. My truck, you ask? Since when do I have a truck? I haven't been posting so I haven't really clued you all in on the trials and tribulations of life lately. The toyota died, leaving me to put a left-over Accura on the road, which also managed to die after two months, so much for cars built in the 80's. But actually, not, because I'm now driving Kevin's 1989 GMC Jimmy - a huge ass SUV, which apparently takes way more gas than I thought. The truck runs great, but the gas gage doesn't work. My original estimate was 25 miles per gallon. I ran out of gas the first morning. My next estimate was 20 miles per gallon. I ran out tonight, 2 miles before I should have.... I guess I now have to live with 15 miles per gallon, in order to stay on the road and not next to it!
Posted by chrisseas-corner
at 10:56 PM EST
Updated: Sunday, 2 March 2008 8:26 PM EST