359 miles is the number of miles that I can drive on a single tank of gas in my Honda. My tripometer reading this morning was 359.4 miles. Can you guess where I was sitting? If you guessed on the shoulder of the Telephone on-ramp of 101 South in Ventura, you would get a prize.
What communications device was missing from my pocket where normally lives? If you guessed my cell phone, you get a prize. I had left it at work the night before. I almost never take it out of my pocket, but it was bugging me on Monday.

I knew I was pushing the edge of the range of my car this morning, but I thought the little dashboard light would come on. It didn’t.

As I was walking down the on-ramp headed to get a gas can from the not-so-near nearest gas station, a CalTrans driver stopped and asked what was wrong. I told him that I was getting a gascan. He said he had some gas and would put some in my car so I could get to the next gas station. He was very professional and courteous and refrained from laughing at me (at least to my face).

I got his name thinking that I could call and commend him, but after 4 different transfers to get to the Ventura office of CalTrans, the operator told me that they didn’t have anyone by that name.

I submitted a webform, but that was pretty generic and goes to Sacramento.

My co-workers had a hearty chuckle when I told them the story. Now I know that I need to get gas when the tripometer rolls to 355. (I want to allow a little cushion.)