We wait ten minutes, inch forward for three minutes, come to a stop, and repeat the process all over again.
The gas gauge is reading a quarter of a tank , so we pull into a gas station to fill up. Dang! Now the traffic is moving again.
We've got no idea when or where we'll be able to stop for our mid-day meal, so we decide to grab a bag of Quaker Snack-Mix at the mini-mart while the attendant gases up the CR-V. As we walk out the door, the traffic starts to move forward so we run to the car, peel rubber out of the gas station, swing back onto the highway, and come to an abrupt halt two minutes later.
This could be a very long day.
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