This being a sailing forum I feel it is considered acceptable to bash any stink pot regardless of fuel.
We delivered the powerboat I mention above last week. Typical Pen bay conditions for going from the head of the bay toward the mouth; 10 -15 knots on the nose. The seas about 2/3rds the way home were 2 -3' and small whitecaps. I don't know a whole lot about powerboats (but that's as much as I want to know,...

), so I was experimenting. 24', 5,000 lb semi planing, 327 engine (or something which was 50 hp more than original).
For a while, I had it going pretty nicely at under 12 knots(engine still in break-in period which limits rpms). Nice enough ride into the chop. Impressive for a sailor that has covered this ground countless times. I was glad I wasn't delivering a sailboat as the trip would have taken all day(hold that thought,...).
But a South wind often builds and the bay, which is quite sheltered at the head, becomes more exposed and opens like a big funnel as you head toward the sea
Pretty soon we got a few complaints from the passengers aft in deck chairs. We were bouncing a bit. Not pounding like a Whaler (bone crushers) does on 2' seas but I had to throttle back to 10 knots or so.
About 12 miles down the bay, seas were growing a bit as winds were gusting in the 15 knot range. I was soon at 8 knots to smooth things out a bit. So I started experimenting with course trying to cleeve through the seas a bit. That didn't work too well as the boat - quite dry going dead into it - gets a bit wet off the seas. We had good shelter but spray was becoming a problem.
The last stretch dead into it was the worst. I wasn't going much faster than I do in Xmas with a reefed main and about 120% jib (burning ZERO gallons as opposed to 5-6 per hour). But what I really missed at that point, was the heel.
Yes, I wanted to be tucked in down low to leeward, solid and comfortable. A sailboat is a joy to ride to windward in these conditions, not going dead into the seas and taking twice as long to get to the same place.
Instead. I was leaning against the starboard coaming holding the wheel, then the waves booted me toward the port side, hold on to the wheel, then booted back against the starboard side.
And about then we ran out of fekkin' gas.
The seller said we had plenty in that tank to get to Rockport and a half a tank in reserve in the other. Sure, except the way we were bouncing and rolling, I figured our standpipe sucked air (which it did).
Always the optimist, I told the owner we were lucky the seller was such a cheap bastard and didn't fill the tanks. We may have found out that our 25 gallon tank can be in fact less than 22 or so, in a tight dangerous situation instead of out in the bay.
So we threw the valve to the other tank and this being a gas engine, there's no bleeding (I hoped that, and yea, that was so! A good thing about GAS). Little pumps turn on and she fired right up after one try.
That tank got us in. I 'stick-ed' the tanks the next day, we had 5 gallons in each.
We'd proven, 5 gallons means ZERO in a seaway.
I like this boat but our waters are 'big' here. The owner got a good taste of that. We're ironing out some problems but I think it was a good choice.