mystik said:
mmm-five, i hit the low fuel light. i feathered the gas pedal til i got the gas station which was about 5 miles away from my workplace.
That's alright then, as I hit that quite often and still only manage to get 45 litres in (of a 57 litre capacity), so there must be 50-60 miles still in the tank when it claims to be empty.
I did it once in my old e34, when I offered my boss a lift to his hotel which was supposedly on my way home, which was also the same route I'd need for my regular fill-up garage. As I headed for my normal route I simply asked him to tell me when to turn off, expecting at most a couple of mile diversion. An hour later and I'm still driving away from my route home and the boss is adamant that this is the correct way.
I finally dropped him off about 20 miles north of the office - I lived 35 miles south - and headed back home. As I passed the office for the 2nd time that night, I realised the low fuel light was on (on steady which means it'd been on a while) and I didn't know how long it had been on. So I started sweating as I knew I was in the middle of nowhere and the only place I knew for certain that would be open at that time of night was my regular place which was just off the motorway.
Anyway, I take it very easy and baby the old girl along the country roads and onto the motorway. I'm about 1 mile from my junction and I'm about to pull onto the slip-road when I see that the junction is closed for overnight roadworks. So I follow the diversion to the next junction which is about 2 miles away, turn around and come back down the motorway. As I pull off the motorway, I can see the petrol station on the other side of the carriageway and breathe a sigh of relief...just as the car starts to splutter.
I lift off the gas and cruise, then when I try to put any sort of input to the gas it just splutters a bit more, and finally dies about 50 yards from the petrol station, but on the wrong side of the carriageway (i.e. 500 yards to drive or 50 yards to walk).
I go over to the petrol station and ask to borrow a petrol can so that I can put a gallon of fuel into the car. The staff say that they can't lend me one, but can sell me one for £5. Reluctantly I pay the £5 and get given the petrol can, only to find out that it is just the can, no stopper and no pourer. I complain, but they know I'm stuck, so it's this or nothing, so I take it and fill it up.
Get to the car and realise there is no way the petrol can will get any fuel into the tank without a pouring pipe of some sort, so get some A4 size paper out of the car and create a funnel out of it. It doesn't work too well, and I end up with half the fuel over myself and the car. Just then I see some blue & red flashing lights behind me and it's the police wondering why I'm sloshing petrol over myself and the car right next to Mancheser airport
I explain, tell them about the bolshy attendants at the petrol station, and they help out by giving me a laminated A4 sheet of operating instructions for something. This works much better, and I get enough into the tank to be able to drive it to the petrol station. Strangely the pretty female police officer didn't want her instruction sheet covered with petrol back.
Got to the petrol station and filled it up properly - and once I got up the following day, I clamped, removed and flushed the fuel filter to get rid of any gunk that was in the bottom of a 17 year old e34 tank.
The boss got a right earful the following week though, and everytime he asks for a lift to his hotel I print out directions and then give it to whoever is the closest to the route. He's not had a lift from me since.