@Sacto Mitch at least you had the sense to see the little red oil light come on and think, “Hmmmm.... A red light. That looks bad. Maybe I should pull over and stop.” Thereby saving the engine for another drive.
That is in contrast to my brother in law, who saw the same light come on in his car while crossing the Connecticut River Bridge during morning rush hour in Hartford, CT, many years ago, and he thought, “Hmmmmmm..... A red light. Wonder what that’s for?” and kept on driving to work in Hartford. Only, he never got there that day because the crankshaft welded itself to the case several blocks from his office, thereby creating a terrific boat anchor for one of the smaller Connecticut River Cruise boats.
Having to buy a new car to replace his seized mass of metal didn’t cause him to become an instant mechanic (or buy any tools, even to this day) and since he had never had an oil change done on his first car before the meltdown (Duh...), he has relied on his wife to remind him every three months to get it checked. Seems to work for him........ Hasn’t had another meltdown in over 40 years.