Out of Gas

I'm just going to steal this one from my Facebook page;

memoirs of a goat rancher: "It'll only be a 5 minute ride". So I get back from Newport about 12am. On the way in I notice I am missing about 50 goats (hard to miss). So I put alene down, knowing they are only about 5 minutes away. I hop on my not very trusty honday, cranking it to start (alene turned the key on one day and the battery is dead), after a while it started. Things were looking up. I p...

utted down the driveway with my dim head lights and my trusty LED mag light, which doubles as headlights. All the while knowing I am low on petro............I found the goaties on the highest perch of the hill 5 minutes away (about a half mile). So I rallied the troops, trying not to wake the neighbor, and 50 goats chased me down the hill. I got past the first turn and then "sputter sputter" "*&^#! I ran out of gas. Using my skills gained from experience (you would think I would have put some gas into that equation) I coast down the mountain in neutral thinking I had it made. I got to the bottom, cranked and cranked until she turned over and then drove like a madman towards the house...........not getting very far. Reserve was done about 100 yards down the road. She died in the middle of the road, with nowhere to turn off, I could not move her with slick shoes so there she lay. I valiantly hopped off, 50 goats still trailing, and walked home. By some miracle headlights were behind me. The neighbors were just coming home! Thank god! Not that I don't mind being cougar bait or anything. So they took me back to my not so trusty steed, I loaded her up with my 5 gallon jug (smallest one I have) and drove like a mad goat woman home. Moral of the story kids, when the husband isn't home and there is noone else to blame for you running your bike out of gas, you should probably bring the cellphone with you, so at least you can tell your brother it wasn't your fault :)