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ran out today, a colmination of having a leak in my petrol tank and a broken fuel guage finally took it's toll got halfway home and it cut out in the middle of a busy junction had to have a breakdown lorry pick me up and run me to a petrol station.

what did i learn?
always keep a jerrycan of petrol in the boot, especially when your tank is leaking.

p.s fuel guage measures the top half and then the bottom isn't shown, when i got to the bottom i did my milage button and i only got 58 miles out of what should have been £20 worth, so either my tank is leaking a lot worse than i thought or my guage isn't how i thought.

oopps never mind mate u live and learn!!!
i don't like running out of fuel either, done it once, never again!! just means my bro has to come and rescue me!!

lol i had a similar problem last week. as ive fitted a lifter pump from the 38 litre tank, it reads it has juice when its all gone.. Luckily i was about 100 yards from the petrol station:S. some girl walkin had a good laugh as we pushed it passed her but i had the last laugh burning past her in the other direction 2 minutes later!!
lesson learnt.. keep a jerry can full.. but i havent learnt and keep takin the risk off the polo gauge!

doh bout running out of fuel!

i've done it too, it was once i had change the tank in mine however! the fuel gauge was lying!

luckily the car got to my girlfirends and then wouldn't start! ahh well, at least it wasn't a busy junction!

Never ran out but been very close a few times. I call it fuel gauge roulette. I put 44 litres in my GT once, the tank must have been bone dry.

hahah classic... another poloer succumbs to the quintessential problems

the combination of the risk of filler neck rustage (which i eventually suffered, so thankfully i was prepared) and the dodginess of the fuel guage (red=reserve? no, lightly touching the red=NO MORE RESERVE!) means i've had a 5L spare supply of unleaded knocking round in my boot for the last few years now

try as i might i can't convince my other family members of the great benefit of this basic precaution. apparently my mother "doesn't have space" in her rover's enormous boot for a 15x15x30cm plastic canister that weighs all of about 4 kilos, and my bro just doesn't care, as he assumes there'll always be someone else around to bail him out like the arrogant tard he is.
me, i was just super f***ing glad i'd already had the problem once whilst city-bound, when i got caught out by it at 1am in a remote welsh valley with no torch, no mobile signal, and absolutely no clue where the nearest public phone was. on a road with no pavements, streetlights or even cats' eyes (roads which little bro also drives a lot).