While heading out on family vacations, I had the habit of stretching the distance our car would travel, when every indication on the gas gauge was warning me that I should pull over and fill up. The signs were there–first the yellow lights, then the red lights, then the constant chimes! Running on sheer empty. How crazy is that? The fact that I hadn’t run out of gas on any occasion just seemed to fuel the ridiculous assumption–that I could always ignore the signs and keep on