My first car (Vauxhall GTC 2.0 diesel) was handed over to me literally running on fumes. I had been told it would have a full tank. Other than the one 20 minute Test Drive of the GTC three months earlier I hadn’t driven at all since passing my Driving Test 4 months before, so DH drove me a across the road to the Trading Estate (more or less empty because it was a Saturday) to have a 10 MINUTE ‘refresher drive’ before setting off for home and THE CAR RAN OUT OF FUEL. DH nursed it back across the road to the petrol station, lurching and kangaroo-hopping along, and filled it up out of his own pocket. Sure, one of us should have checked the Fuel Gauge, but we’d just been told it was full and I was excited to drive home in my very ‘own’ car for the first time.
If we hadn’t gone for that quick tour of the Trading Estate I would have run out of fuel on the Basingstoke Ringroad.
Second car (GTC 1.4 petrol) came with half a tank full.
The current car (VW GT 1.5 petrol) with about two thirds of a tank full.
Following this pattern, the next one could actually be full. 🙂