I went by the bank earlier to cash in a bunch of coins. I always dump all of my loose change into an emerald vase in my bedroom, and when it gets full I run it by the bank to drop them in the coin count machine (it's cheaper than Coinstar - in fact it's free - and it gets deposited directly into my savings... score! for a rainy day).
My tank was on empty, but I was just off Watt and I-80 and thought I could totally make it to Northgate (the next stop in the day's errands) and I could fill up there, so I hopped on the freeway. On I-80 my truck shut down. I start thinking about my options and decide calling somebody to help was out of the question, since I was feeling like the total ass for pressing my luck this far. Why drag somebody else into my bad luck?
And while I'm thinking, my truck continues to coast at a pretty good velocity, so I pull into the hazzard lane and coast. I kept coasting (uphill, mind you) towards Norwood. Frickin' sweet, and I'm thinking to myself... okay so I won't have to walk THAT far. Then I get over the hill, and begin to coast down onto the Norwood offramp. There was a gravel shoulder that I could have pulled off onto, and it would have been the safest place to stop, and for a split second I thought about it. But then the bastard in me took over and I started thinking "rationally" again: "Fuck it! I don't care if end up blocking the intersection, there's a slight chance I can still coast for a little bit more! They can all drive around my haphazzard-ass!" Like I say, I'm a bastard. I really am.
So I went on coasting.
And as luck would have it (Lady Luck, I love you so), I ended up coasting (uphill again) off the offramp and onto Norwood. Once I was on Norwood it was a downhill coast again, right into the Jack in the Crack parking lot, which was connected to AM/PM.
I ended up coasting into AM/PM, but got stuck on the second speed-bump. Entirely on reflex, I hopped out (fueled by 50% shock-of-the-luck and 60% adrenaline) and pushed my truck up over the speed bump and next to an open tank. Part of me was pissed off that at a station full of spectators NOT ONE PERSON ran to help (just what the hell are people hanging out a gas station for anyway though... or do I not want to know?).
But then one guy came up and helped by pushing on the side of my front end... just how that actually helped I don't know... it's best to push from the back if you want to move anything forward... but at least he tried.
Anyhow, I was stoked. I went from 0-60 and then from 60-0 in a matter of minutes, but filled up quickly and effortlessly and back on my way in a just another set of a few of minutes.
Luck be a lady, but I be bastard.
Have a good day. :)