The Cruel Tutelage of the Gas Gauge

Go ahead, Gas Gauge, move your dial closer and closer to the E. See what I care. You don't scare me, Gas Gauge, with your threats of empty gas tanks and sputtering engines, and cars sidelined, leaving their drivers stranded to find a way to their destinations. I have confidence that I get good enough gas mileage to get to my destination. I believe I took the time and effort and consideration when taking care of my vehicle, when preparing for my trip, to get right where I needed to go in just the right amount of time, using just the right amount of fuel. You can sink lower and light up the dashboard all you want, Gas Gauge, but know this, I'm not stopping.
You've taken enough life out of me, Gas Gauge, to suffice for your greedy indulgences. I am not going to be a slave to you any more. There is nothing you could tell me that would make me want to pull over and feed you some more of that despicable liquid that makes cities burn and people turn against each other. I AM NOT GOING TO FEED YOUR ADDICTION!!! You can stop asking me right now, 'cause you are not going to get the answer that you want. You can beg and plead, be polite, offer me promises, or do whatever you want, but I am not listening to you, Gas Gauge, not any more.
I think, by now, I've made my point and you should be able to realize who is boss in this situation. You need to just sit there and think about your actions and the consequences. You'll figure out that they are not going to get you ANYWHERE!!! We only have a few miles to go and you can hold out that long until we are both ready to go on.
Now, what is that noise?
Why is the car slowing down?
What's happening to my engine?
I have to pull over. And now my car is dead on the side of the road, just three miles from where I need to be. I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, GAS GAUGE, IF IT'S THE LAST THING I'LL DO!!!!!!!! YOU'LL PAY!!!!! YOU WILL PAY DEARLY!!!!!!!