After spending my food money on soda, and my gas (and gas money) on a few social activities that only cost gas, I am out of money. My tank as close to empty (though how close I'm not sure, since I know neither how accurate my gas gauge is, nor an accurate MPG for my car). I do know that it was well under the 1/4 mark when I parked it in the (very) early hours of Monday morning, and that it is/ was above 1/4 again when I took it out Tuesday, with some intermediate inching Monday afternoon. This is a car I've been putting around 2 gallons in, then driving 60 or 70 miles.
I'm pretty sure mid-90's Ford Escorts don't get 35 MPG. I'm *really* sure ones that leak gas (sometimes) don't. I also doubt that random strangers are wandering my neighborhood at night, secretly giving people gas (though how cool would that be?).
So the only possible explanation is that fairies live in my gas tank, and my car runs on fairy dust. Got to be. After all, driving 70 miles, repeatedly, on less than 2 gallons of gas, then putting one gallon in, and having the gauge show almost half a tank again... If not fairies, then how?
Of course, it's also totally plausible that my gas gauge is seriously forked and I'll run out of gas while I'm out somewhere, merrily thinking I've got at least 10 miles left. Cars are sneaky that way.
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