Once I did run a truck dry. The gauge didn’t work, so you were SUPPOSED to top it off every time you drove it. Since it was sort of family vehicle, I was not the only one using it…and I got in it one day after my brother had driven it. HE says, “You can go like 300 miles on this tank…so you don’t need to put gas in it, I’ll do it next time I drove.“ How nice of my brother. HA! He DIDN’T tell me he had only cleared the odometer reading thing before he was supposed to & what *I* thought was 300 miles & what HE thought was 300 miles was 2 different things.
So there I was. Pregnant. No gas. My family was out of town. Including my dumbass brother. Luckily Jason was able to rescue me (this was before we were married). So when I got home I went through my brother’s underwear drawer (where he keeps things he wants to keep private. He figures no one would bother his underwear). I found some cash & put some gas in it myself.