Within a month or so of putting my car on the road (late March, early April), I ran out of gas while on my way to visit a friend in another town. When I got into town I pulled over to call on the cell phone to let them know I was there and, while dialing, reached up to shut off the heater fan. A second later, I realized the fan was still on, so I reached up and hit the switch again, made the call and started off. A minute or two later, the motor quit. I restarted it and it quit again: a classic case of starving for fuel. I always reset the trip odometer when I fill up so I was surprised to be dry so soon. As luck would have it, I coasted to a stop in front of a house where the guy was working in the garage and he offered me all the gas he had, about a gallon. While I was pouring in the gas and answering the usual questions about the car, I was going over the last few minutes in my mind. Then it occurred to me: "Hmmm... it was pretty quiet after the motor quit...". Yep: I had flipped the fuel pump switch the first time. Nope: I didn't let on, just thanked him for the gas, turned on the pump, started the motor, promised to take his son for a ride the next time I was in town and off I went.
And I did stop by to take his son for a ride a couple of months later. I like to think it was well worth the buck's worth of gas to both of them!
