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).
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.
