I only recall running out of gas once in a car/truck, and it was a 97 Cavalier I used as a gas saver. Me and a buddy were hauling ass on the interstate coming home from Gadsden, seems like we were racing some other shitbag car up the interstate and excessive throttle and lack of attention to gas gauge led to coasting down off ramp with dead engine right up to a red light, where I just pulled off to the side of the road. Luckily only had a few hundred yard walk to the nearest gas station.
THE BIG STORY....
**** me, burns me up to tell this one. Still kick myself for it. So I left out of work one night a little early on my bike I had at the time back in 2011. It was the first bike I had after the big bike wreck, sport cruiser, and I wasn't used to the miles per tank (no fuel gauge). I left work early to meet some friends at Nightfall in Chattanooga, we rode around a little, ate, had a few beers, saw rain moving in on radar so we decided to split and head home. It was already after midnight. Not 5 minutes after we get back on the interstate, my gas light came on. I figured I could make it home on gas light...I was wrong. On the way home it started sprinkling and my buddies on crotch rockets just left me like I was sitting still Lol, so I cruised on down the interstate toward home. The bottom dropped out around the Valley Head exit, so I hit the next exit and pulled over under a gas station that was closed. I literally parked right beside a gas pump that I could have used my card at and got gas. Never even dawned on me to do that. Stupid! I sat there a few minutes and the rain let up so I got back on the interstate. I was only about 5 minutes from the exit I needed to get off to get gas and go home on anyways. About 3 miles before I got to the exit with all the gas stations, ****ing bike started sputtering, and I may have made it another half mile before rolling to a stop. It's raining pretty good again, thunder and lightning, I took my phone out to call for help (1.30am by this time on a Friday night). Called one buddy, no answer, called the second buddy, no answer, called first one back, no answer and phone died!!! OMG I was pissed. I took my backpack off and put my phone on the very innermost pocket to hopefully save it from getting soaked, but it didn't help, it got ruined that night from all the rain. So I just said fawk it, left my helmet, gloves, riding jacket, and backpack on and began to push my 650 lb motorcycle to the gas station after only about 1.5 years of being a new amputee with a prosthetic leg. I'd have to push about 40-50 feet then sit on it and rest a minute. Took me a little over an hour to push that ****er 2.5 miles in a continuous thunderstorm with a prosthetic leg to the next exit and coasted down the off ramp and into a gas station. I was fawking give slap out after that. Never again have I or will I push my limits on a gas light. Back in my crotch rocket days, my sportbike I had would have easily made it home on the gas light, but that sport cruiser didn't get quite the mpg's my old crotch rocket did. Hell of a story to tell though. Perfect storm, right down to the dying cell phone that later got ruined by water damage. Hope I'm never in a situation like that again!
I think it is incredibly stupid to do it, that is why I tend to not tell folks I have, but since it is just you and me and it won't get out I will share...
stupid gauge stopped at 1/4 tank. 
