So I have this bad habit of playing Russian Roulette with my car…I tend to take it down to zero gas and when the gas light comes on I drive a little more then finally fill it up.  In the van, the light would come on then fade out and eventually come on bright.  I figured that was when I really needed to take care of it.  The Volvo has a message that tells me how many miles until empty…I hate to admit, but it says — miles for awhile before I take it seriously.  I have never (knock on wood) run out of gas.  

The picture of the Park Avenue is because whenever my gas light comes on, I remember my friend Lori and her big ol’ granny car, a 90’s Park Avenue.  When I asked her why it didn’t have a gas light, she said, “It doesn’t need one because grandmas never let their tank get more than half empty!”  Always cracked me up and I am thankful not to be driving a granny car…missing Lori but happy for the reminder and laugh every time I’m on “E”