Day 7, Leavin Arizona...sort of
Up and away from Kingsman, AZ onto what I thought would be all main highways and interstates. Wrong. I'm going to try and make it all the way to San Diego today, and I think I'm gonna make it with plenty of time to spare. Sweet. I leave Kingsman with half a tank, thinking "Should I get some gas and fill up just to be sure?". Nahhh. half a tank is enough to get to the next big city. Uh huh.
So here comes Rt. 78 South, the road I'm supposed to take to get me from Interstate 40 to Interstate 8, which will take me into San Diego. Well Rt. 78 is a 79 mile stretch of rolling hills...up and downs, dips galore. ..and it's not so much a "route" as it is a filthy piece of dirt road in the middle of NOTHING. You couldnt see anything in the distance with a damn telescope. It was really fun to take my car at 90mph over the mini hills. Then I catch up to a tractor trailor traveling the same route....3 actually, one after another. Shit. So there's me, with now a quarter tank, stuck behind 3 tractor trailors doing 40mph in this road. I cant pass...and even if I could, the turbo kicking in would eat some serious gas...gas that I dont have. And when I say there's nothing for another 60 miles, I mean not even bugs dare to try and live in this part of the state.
Now my gas light comes on....still in the middle of nowhere. double shit. I'm about to piss my pants at the thought of running out of gas here. What's this? Oh, an intersection! YES! One gas station. The town of Vidal, AZ. nothing else, ANYWHERE. Price? $3.69 a gallon, for 87 Octane. And ONLY 87 Octane. Thats all they had. So after buying 3 gallons for $11 at the "Fill-em up and ass-rape 'em" Gas Station, I yelled at the woman who worked there for taking advantage of me, and prayed that my high-performance car (Jennifer) wouldnt choke on an octane she's never even smelled before, let alone had to drink.
So here comes Rt. 78 South, the road I'm supposed to take to get me from Interstate 40 to Interstate 8, which will take me into San Diego. Well Rt. 78 is a 79 mile stretch of rolling hills...up and downs, dips galore. ..and it's not so much a "route" as it is a filthy piece of dirt road in the middle of NOTHING. You couldnt see anything in the distance with a damn telescope. It was really fun to take my car at 90mph over the mini hills. Then I catch up to a tractor trailor traveling the same route....3 actually, one after another. Shit. So there's me, with now a quarter tank, stuck behind 3 tractor trailors doing 40mph in this road. I cant pass...and even if I could, the turbo kicking in would eat some serious gas...gas that I dont have. And when I say there's nothing for another 60 miles, I mean not even bugs dare to try and live in this part of the state.
Now my gas light comes on....still in the middle of nowhere. double shit. I'm about to piss my pants at the thought of running out of gas here. What's this? Oh, an intersection! YES! One gas station. The town of Vidal, AZ. nothing else, ANYWHERE. Price? $3.69 a gallon, for 87 Octane. And ONLY 87 Octane. Thats all they had. So after buying 3 gallons for $11 at the "Fill-em up and ass-rape 'em" Gas Station, I yelled at the woman who worked there for taking advantage of me, and prayed that my high-performance car (Jennifer) wouldnt choke on an octane she's never even smelled before, let alone had to drink.
posted by Adam J at 10:29 PM
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