Did you have some trouble with The General?
For those who don't know it, "The General" as Salt Crick Rick has named it, or "The Rolling Death Trap" as River City John has named it, is the transportation of The Commissary Dept:
It has two tanks and a 300 cid in-line 6 and a 5 speed so fuel consumption is less than most pick-ups.
As we packed, Paul, Jerry and I drank the last gallon and a half or so of the remaining ice tea/gatorade mixture. I did go before I left and went to Sargent and filled the side tank, fuel consumption at that time was about normal considering the many trips to town. But that's were things started going wrong. See the side tank has a fuel sender that doesn't work and a recent problem with the rear tank that has a working sender causes it not to run well, either a filter or more likely a slight kink in the line. Recent heat kept me from getting it solved. It will run, but not well.
Ok, 20 gallons should run me into Lincoln, no problem, but I will stop on the way since I also bought two 16 oz Ginseng Green Teas with honey.
And that's where it started, heading into heavy head winds and cross winds started it, I was tired and added cruise control which makes things worse. (My driving style without cruise gets better mileage.) I took Highway 92 because it has less traffic and added more hills. Because of being a bit dehydrated at that point yep, I didn't need to stop, but no problem right?
Well I made a mistake, the side tank is only 15 gallons and the back tank is the 20 gallon one. After passing Rising City it fluttered and died and i switched tanks and it took, Oh Poop, the gauge says empty!. The next town is David City but it is off the highway about 3 miles and not a good chance for gas, I didn't have a debit card and not all those towns have ones with card readers either, so that was not the best option anyway. The sign say Seward, 22 miles so I headed on, a co-worker lives in Seward and a call would have brought rescue if he was home.
I turned on Highway 15 and headed south into a very nasty head wind with a pick-up that would only run at half throttle and a road with some hills, closer and closer the water tower came, till a ways into town a Git and Split appeared.
I had to be running on nearly on fumes because it fluttered and retook just as i made the top of the last hill, but I made it to the pump. The rest of the trip was un-eventful.