pimped out cars

I was thinking the other day about all the interesting car stories that I have. My first rememberance of an automobile incident is a little disjointed, but kind of interesting. I would guess that I would have had to be about 4 years old.

I lived in Sydney Australia until I was almost 10 years old. I remember that my parents had a Renault 16. I recall that we went, My Dad and I, to a place out in the country and it was late at night or at least is was late. And he ran out of gas, or petrol. This is were I remember the story. I remember him telling me, maybe my little brother was with me too, to keep the doors locked and not let anybody in. And he went walking to the nearest petrol station. Isn’t this where all those country axe murderer movies take place? Well we were on the side of the Highway and cars were driving on by, I remember headlights of the the cars passing. What I remember the most was how long it took and that I had to go to the bathroom really bad by the time he got back. I guess I really don’t understand these days how anybody can run out of gas and now with Cell phones, this is a virtual impossibility.

So I guess the moral of the story is, don’t run out of gas, especially if you have kids in the car. The kids will remember it forever.