The nearest I get to danger is running my fuel tank down to the last few miles worth of gas.
Excuse the double negative, but I've never filled-up the tank when it was not in the orange.
And yet I've never been stranded on the roadside.
Last night on the 20-mile commute home, my credit card would not work. "Shit, fuck, piss", as my grandmother would say.
My fancy-dan car has an electronic gauge of just how many miles I can travel before running out of fuel.
This is the first time I hit zero.