I was moving from Ohio to Central Florida in the late '80s. I was driving a Chevy stepvan, and the gas gauge had quit. It was about 4:00 AM, and I had been up for over 30 hours, in an attempt to get to Florida before my tag expired. I was in the hills of Kentucky, and was about to pass a sign that said, "Next exit, 7 miles" when the engine sputtered and died. To make a long story short, i made it to the exit, made a hard right turn and coasted over a half mile to a gas station, and rolled to a stop about 50 feet from the closest pump. Believe me, that entire trip was a real test of my faith, in everything. I made it to my destination about fifteen minutes before midnight, a couple miles north of Eustis, on Hwy. 452.