think i mighta told this story before, but it is too good not to share it again (in fact, i copied it from the last time i posted it here)
Now, the vehicle was a mid 90s silverado with a vortec 350
this was about 7,8 years ago and my parents were visiting us
back then, my father in law had a little saturn ion and he had hit something and needed some parts for it
(and by "some parts" i mean pretty much an entire front end)
now, it just so happened that i had to go to the Consulate in chicago to renew my passport and i had found a junkyard outside of chicago that had the right car sitting there
right color and everything
only problem is, i didnt have a truck at the time
so, i borrowed my buddies 1/2 ton chevy with the 350 in it
i picked it up late at night and glanced at the fuel gauge which was sitting neatly on F
i figured he musta filled it up before i came, because, honestly, thats what i would have done
so the next morning we all pile in the truck (me, the wife, my parents, and the baby) and we left at around 5 am on the 150 mile trip to chicago (thats 150 miles, one way)
my appointment was at 9 and we were doing good in time so we stopped for breakfast for a quick minute and i got to the consulate right on time
as im walking toward the window, my phone starts to ring
now, they dont take kindly to people being on phones at the window so i toss it to my wife and go talk to the lady
we run through my paperwork and i get my receipts back and all is well
so i turn around and ask the wife who called me
she said it was my buddy, whose truck i borrowed
oh , what did he want?
he said to make sure you fill it up before you head out because the fuel gauge is busted and stuck on F, and he has no clue how much is really in there
