I ran a tank dry in my TriPacer at about 4500' one day heading home from the beach. Wife promptly sunk her fingernails into my right thigh.
It was tough trying to remove her hand and switch tanks at the same time, while grimacing in pain, AND apologizing for frightening her, all the while saying to myself: "Fly the airplane, fly the airplane, fly the airplane....."
Thinking about the 'scars' helps me remember now.
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Haven't sputtered one yet. I am anal about that, though. I read about all of these accidents where a plane runs out of fuel short of the runway. I have vowed not to be a statistic.