So we get to the show. The car got about 7 MPG best I could tell. Bunch of mismatched parts will do that.
Sitting in all that traffic around NTR, I heard the fuel pump start to change pitch.
Pushing the car off the road, me and my friend's little brother set out on foot. Came to a farmhouse where these biker dudes were having a huge field party band and all. They sold me a gallon for 3 bucks. Gas was under a dollar back then.
Walked back and found out that my buddy had had about 3 people stop and offer gas but the locking cap key was in my pocket.
Took the gas can back and the bikers decided we were cool enough to stay at that point. Tired and pissed from the whole day, we left. Almost ran out before we got to the station, had to push the car for a bit, really threw the cops around the track for a loop, seeing a car be driven, then pushed, then driven, etc.