I almost screwed the pooch the other day. I knew I needed gas but knew I could get to the station in time. Barely. On the exit ramp off the highway (luckilly it leads to a gas station) I felt that familure slack in the pedel and the bahahahhhhh sound of a starving engine. I shook the wheel a few times and limped it to the pumps. She took exactly 20.015 gallons (and was still running!) According to the reserve gauge she must get somewhere around 17 mpg. Just though you would want to know.