The brutal truths hit hard, early in the morning. It's been raining hard outside for about 15 minutes. I love the rain. I just like watching it, or driving in it. See where I'm going with this? Seeing it coming down in buckets, I thought, 'hmm, let's see how the truck performs'. So I run down to my truck. (I said I liked WATCHING the rain, not STANDING in it.) She handles beautifully. I go out driving for about an hour or so. I knew at the start that I was running low on gas. In fact, my fuel indicator light was on when I started the car, meaning I had less than an eighth of a tank.

I don't know what made me not want to get gas. Maybe it was the fact that this would be the first time I would be able to tell what my actual mileage was gonna be. I don't know. But anyway I wound up driving around until the needle passed the 'E' on the gauge. No, I didn't run out of fuel. I've driven enough to know that the gauge in most cars and trucks today actually gives you a couple extra gallons beyond the 'E' on the gauge for emergencies. So anyway, I get down driving around and start heading home, and decide to hit the gas station across from my apartment. They usually have the best price on gas in my area anyway. So I pull up ot the pump and start pumping....and pumping...and pumping...and pumping. She's got a HUGE tank on her. Way bigger than my old truck had.

Anyway, I go the receipt and checked the Trip Gauge to see how far I had travelled. To make a long story short, (too late), My gas mileage is 16.06mpg. Ouch, babe. :( I knew that Dodge's Magnum Engines were thirsty critters but DAYUM! Oh well, my baby's worth every penny of it. :)