My bud on leave from the Navy just had to drive here from Virginia. He said he almost got gas in Pensacola, but he still had 3/4 tank so he kept going...bad idea. Of course the main arteries of highways being down he had to take an improvised detour. But anyways, he was starting to run low, but all of the towns in Miss. were either out of gas or still didn't have power (or even damaged/destroyed). Cars were strung up and down the roads (presumably ran out as well). He came across one station still with gas, yet the line of cars was over a mile. So he continued west...again either out, or a line so long you can assume it will be by the time it's your turn in 4 hours. Yet the next bump in the road town had a station that only had 3 cars in line per pump. So waiting there with only one more truck in front of him, he sees the employees come out and start putting plastic bags on the pumps around him. Of course the truck in front of him is a huge dual tank F-350 or something and they're also filling some kinda tanks in the back. Finally when they were done and it was his turn, the clerk comes up and tells him there's only Super left. Obviously he didn't care, and was just grateful to have any and he filled up just before they ran out. He was lucky, he could have very easily had to spend the night on the side of the road. But more than this stress, he said he couldn't believe the devastation he drove through.