This series of pictures was taken in the Buckhead area of Atlanta. After passing by six stations that were bone-dry empty, and almost running out of gas myself, I decided to pull out the camera. Twenty minutes of driving later, I finally found a gas station that had fuel...and a decent-sized line...at almost midnight. The station that I had stop to fuel up at had posted a sign on each fueling bay requesting customers to limit their purchase to a maximum of $50.00 of fuel. On my ride home, I passed one other station, that also had fuel, which happened to be a QT station...which also had a substantial line, especially for the time of day (almost midnight). Just out of curiousity, I stopped in at a BP on Pharr Road and talked to the clerk briefly, who said the fueling trucks that usually stop to refill the stations on a daily basis had not serviced their particular location in three days and that there was no definite date in the future when their station would receive fuel. He also commented that in-store sales of snacks and other items were significantly impaired, which made my purchase of a cold caffeinated beverage the quickest and easiest it has ever been. As I continued to talk with the cashier, the station's phone rang, a potential customer on the other line who was calling to see if the station had fuel. "Nope" was the answer, followed by an apologetic sorry. On the way out, an Atlanta police officer pulled in in his vehicle, I think, looking for gas...of which he found none at that location. Interesting night. I made it home, with my $50.00 of fuel. Probably use the bike tomorrow, and for awhile thereafter. Tomorrow morning should be interesting at the pumps, knowing Atlanta, the place where the grocery shelves are usually cleared on the mere "threat" of snow during our excruciatingly cold and harsh winters (sarcasm emphasized here).