You know when you hear things from many different directions all at the same time, you think..hmm..I outta pay attention to that. Here’s mine for this week:
This is a Quick Tip that your Daddy probably even told you when you got your first car. Never let it get below half a tank. I didn’t often follow that rule as I’d have plenty of mornings getting up and asking, “Please let there be enough fumes to get me to the gas station.” My preparedness living mindset is having me think a little better about filling up before I’m on fumes, but after reading both The Survival Mom’s story and Survival Sherpa’s instructions on how to syphon, I’m even more determined to make sure my car has enough gas to get out of own if ever the need arises.
If you have to run to take your child to the emergency room…and you realized your car is sitting on empty; if you get a visit from the local Sheriff that a fire is about to engulf your neighborhood and you have to leave now, but you are sitting on empty; any number of other stories where you need that car, but you’re sitting on empty – what are you going to do? It’s just safe, it’s prudent, and it’s preparedness minded to have your car ready to go at a moment’s notice.
FILL’ER UP!
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Many years ago, a friend had a son who was out hunting in the woods. Due to horsing around and wrestling over who got to drive home, he was accidentally shot. His friend drove him back to town as fast as possible and the ambulance loaded him and took him to the nearest hospital, more than 55 miles away. My friend was called and of course she jumped in the car to try to catch up with the ambulance. Unfortunately, her car was out of gas and she had to drive to the gas station and wait while the car was filled. By that time, the ambulance was already on the road to town and her son died before making it to the hospital. She was adamant that from then on, her fuel gauge never dropped below half of a tank. I drove her around to do grocery shopping for the last several years before she died at the age of 90 and the last thing we did on every trip was fill up. No matter where the gauge was pointing.