To Truro on fumes

 Another story of Dad driving the church bus.  We were travelling as a group to a funeral in Nova Scotia and he came to the realization that we had run out of gas while on the highway in Truro.  As the story goes, my father turned right onto the ramp and let the bus coast all the way to the pumps at the Irving on Robie Street.  There was much celebration of this feat by the passengers. Harold was heralded for his smooth bus driving under pressure.  I don't remember the discussion of making sure one fills the tank being as front and centre.