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| no partners | | Somehow the holidays, the cold weather, the flu, and a totally atypical need to do actual work combined in a perfect storm of laziness and resulted in me not doing anything since New Year's Day. I should be hiking at least once a week, and biking every day. None of that has been happening.
So karma, Murphy, mother Earth, or some combination of the above decided to remind me that I've been lazy or something.
On the way home I was waiting for the light to turn green, and when it did nothing happened. I was surprised, but not totally shocked. I was planning to hit the gas station on the way home. It was less than two miles away. But I had always previously gotten more mileage on my fuel light than this tank. It was unprecedented! 
Oh well, I pushed my truck approximately 12 feet back to the convenient empty parking spot right next to where things went kaput. I put two hours worth of money in the meter and headed home. It's a good thing I work less than three miles away. There aren't even any shady neighborhoods along the way. In fact, the shadiest encounters I regularly incur are the characters my roommates bring home. 
At home I changed into some shorts and headed out only to realize that my fuel can was empty. The result of having mowed the lawn on Wednesday afternoon after that trip to AZW for lunch while I got my two flat tires repaired. ](https://hikearizona.com/dex2/images/smilies/eusa_wall.gif "Brick wall") (Don't worry my HAZ/OSHA wannabees. I wear flip flops when I cut the lawn in the winter because the grass is a little chilly for bare feet). 
Anyway, a little duct tape rigging and I rode over to the gas station, put a gallon in the tank, and embarked on the Tour de Tempe back to my truck just as it was getting dark.
With about half the container emptied into my tank, I turned the key and it started right up. 
I threw the bike in the back, drove a mile and a half, filled the tank and headed home.
I think I should probably accept the whole event as a sign and get off my tuckus.  |
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