I remember the gas lines back in the 70’s this might be worse.
I owned an MG Midget back in the Seventies, and it had a seven gallon tank. I could get about 200 miles out of it, and it was a bitch.
I was stationed at Cecil Field in Florida, and driving up to New England...with all my earthly belongings jammed into a ragtop, running on fumes going through the Cross Bronx Expressway in NYC...
I saw stripped burnt out cars, and if I had to get out and walk, I knew my car and all my belongings would be toast.
If not me as well.