Ooops! I did it again!

I'm sensing an alarming trend! On New Year's Day, I went down to Magic Mountain with a friend. We left Valencia to come home and had just under a half a tank of gas. I figured I'd be good until Tulare at least, maybe even all the way home. Hmmm...not so much. About 10 miles south of Tulare, I found that my gas light was on, the gauge was a smidge below the "E" line and I was feeling a bit nervous. So I pulled into a gas station in a location that I'm not even sure was an actual town; it may have been just two gas stations out in the middle of nowhere! I decided to fill up my tank because I was curious to see how close to Empty I had come this time...WoW!!
If I were one to make New Year's Resolutions, mine would probably go something like "I resolve to get gas BEFORE I am coasting on fumes at least 65% of the time." But since I'm not one for resolutions, I think I'll just make sure my AAA membership is paid up so that if I do run out of gas, the friendly AAA man will bring me my 5 gallons.