Flashback to early evening on back-roads along the northern shore of Lake
Huron... one eye peeled for moose, one eye peeled for gas stations... both
making frequent glances at the gas gauge (dropping) and trip odometer
(climbing)... Found a gas station with fumes to spare, and didn't hit a
single moose! YMMV.

At 02:07 PM 2/4/2005 -0800, Robert Fisher wrote:
>More often than not, when I've let
>it slide I've regretted it later- say at about the point where I'm running
>on fumes and hunting for a gas station in unfamiliar territory.