However, on this trip I unfortunately found that range anxiety isn't only confinded to EVs.
We had just returned from a trip up North where we learned about the previous Falcon 9 postponment, and realized on returning we could still make the launch. So we didn't bother completely unpacking. We just packed some clean clothes back in the carry-one suitcase, threw them into the PT Cruiser and headed off for the Space Coast without bothering to top off the gas tank. By the time the fuel low light came on I learned to my embarassment that there weren't any roadside signs on Rt 528 pointing out nearby gas stations. If it weren't for Mary Ellen's smartphone we would have been hiking in the 90+ degree heat. I felt like a real dope and assured Mary Ellen that I would do a much better job in planning our day trips with the Model S.