Leaveing the work and going home with tank on empty (*AFTER that red warning light comes on on my dash board, informing the petrol level being almost empty.)
Not going onto the left lane to exit motorway, until I go past all 3 arrow signs; 3 arrows, 2 arrows, and 1 final arrow! (ONLY when it is safe to do so. Honest.)
The alarming light comes on when the tank has less than 5L of petrol. My work is 30 miles away from home, yet I have to drive 3 extra miles to get to the petrol station called ASDA, just so I can save 6p per litter. There is nothing quite this thrilling as to drive all that way while constantly looking at the indicator going lower and lower. I mean, the needle on the meter is hovering around 5L line to begin with, then goes half way down to "E" and began shiver above and below "E", then the question is no longer, "How much do I have before it goes empty?" but "How far can I go after it IS empty?"
(Actually, it is useful to know exactly how much / far, even when you are not doing it for kicks. It is extremely handy for the occasions such as when renting cars. You start driving with what they describe as "1/3 tank full of petrol", which you have to refill as you return the vehicle to the rental company. You are already pissed off that they charged extra for some stupid insurance, which you will most probably never going to need, and the last thing you want to do is to give them free gas. You want to fill the car 1/3 up, no more, no less, and get the hell out there before they ask you for some more money for whatever reasons. So you time it. Crafty calculation and such is needed there, along with the precise knowledge of this, "How far can I go before" business.)
I totally do this every week. It is so much fun. No, no, I did not forget to fill her up, and no I certainly did not go on doing 110MPH this morning while racing 1 or 2 BMWs and a Golf GTI, because they did not indicate once before cutting in front of me. No, I didn’t.
