408 MILES

My wife and I are well suited to one another. We align on several fronts: politically, and in sharing our love for dogs, beer, the outdoors, and used bookstores; however, when it comes to risk, we’re split. On the road, this difference often shows up in how we respond to the gas light. On more than one occasion, the need to fill up (me) or the preference to delay (Caroline) has led to an argument.

Nothing pleases me more than having a full tank of gas. I stop for fuel early and often, and I’ve been known to “top off” when the tank is still half full (half empty, to some). Caroline, on the other hand, likes