How much do you like to live life on the edge?

Some girls get turned on by adventurous guys, or guys that love to live on the edge.

But how do you tell the truly adventurous guys from the guys that just talk a lot of cock to impress girls they'll never be able to sleep with?

In the old ages, the men that live on the edge can be identified as those who go hunting without a sharpened (blunt) knife.

So, in modern Kuala Lumpur, I reckon the equivalent of that is... to see how long a man is willing to go without having to pump a drop of petrol in his car.

Some people (especially girls) tend to go without pumping petrol even until the needle of the petrol meter hits E and the warning light comes up.

On the other hand, some other girls like this one
even go all the way until they can almost hear their engine choke.

But most men I know generally tend to be more conservative.

The most adventurous man I knew never used to pump petrol until he felt the needle had been on E long enough but that all changed after what happened one day.

He was out one day driving about in his flashy car and he felt that the needle had been close enough to E.
Note that most cars can still move for miles and miles even after the needle reaches E but for some cars, when the needle reaches E, your petrol tank is seriously empty.

Yet this guy had good gut feeling when it came to estimating how much petrol he had left in his tank. He had never been wrong and he was confident of always getting to a petrol station on time.

But on the way to the petrol station he forgot to take into account that the petrol station he was heading towards was at the top of a slope.
So, when his car went up the slope whatever little petrol he had left flowed back to the back corner of the tank causing the car engine chocked and died because of a lack of petrol (at least, this was the explanation he gave me).

Since that day, he never lets his petrol tank go any less than a quarter.

Anyway, just a few days ago I decided to test my willingness to live life on the edge.

I drove around KL with as little petrol as I could do with and waving at the many petrol stations that I drove pass.

Soon, the time came when I knew that I really had to pump petrol. The warning light had been on for a while already and I knew it was time for me to stop at the next petron station I see.


But just as you would expect, when you're leisurely driving around with no purpose traffic is always smooth and when you're rushing to get somewhere, there will always be traffic.


To make matters worse, the nearest petrol station I could think of was CLOSED forcing me to find another petrol station...

Which meant going through ANOTHER JAM!!!


I was beginning to panic but yet my baby sat right next to me happy and calm. Constantly telling me "Don't worry lar.. still plenty of petrol to go"

(which proved my theory right... girls never seem to worry about petrol).

Anyway, 20 minutes and a bit of money later

My baby (this time meaning my little old beaten up car) was full again and ready to go.

By the end of the night my baby (this time meaning my girlfriend) managed to convince me that running your petrol tank to the very bottom doesn't necessarily mean you're brave and adventurous.

It could also mean you're a bloody idiot...or at least you'll realize you're one when you're standing by the road side in the middle of the night begging your friends over the phone to bring you a tank of petrol.

I'm glad she convinced me to believe that... since I didn't exactly ace the
"Let's put our brains in our balls and empty our petrol tank test".