[p911dad]

This encounter, too, happened a long time ago, and is not likely to be repeated in today's world. A chick I was friends with just got a new Olds 442 convertible as a high school graduation present. We went up to a little place called the Stone Jug for a few beers to celebrate her good fortune. As luck would have it on the trip back the 442 was nearly dry, but instead of listening to my council on running low, she said her dad had told her to go as fast as she could if she got low on gas, reasoning that you would cover ground faster. I am not making this up.
I was the passenger, luckily, as we were way over 100 on the Niagara Parkway late at night. We passed a Niagara Park Police patrol car sitting along the road at full speed when the 442 ran out of gas! As we coasted to a stop, not a half mile from Candy's house the cop pulled up. She proceeded to tell her story and reasoning and the cop gave me his keys and told me to take the gas can out of the cruiser's trunk and pour it into Candy's tank. I would have been cuffed and hauled away, but Candy had those assets that could cut through all that.