jeuchler
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The taste of gasoline has changed a bit since 1979, the last time I remember having siphoned any.
My daughter had the truck last night, and my lovely bride comes home with her car, all filled up with gas for her long business trip leaving early in the morning.
The lovely bride tells me that her inspection was due on her car--in June.
So, of course she could take the truck.
Daughter comes home with the truck with gauge on about 1/16th. (No--she's good kid, really. I just must've left her the truck on 1/15th!)
I go out to get gas.
As some of you know, this is a rural part of New England. I learn that the twelve nearest filling stations (not really all that near) all close by 11 p.m., which is why daughter didn't get any fuel.
So now I've easily wasted a gallon and a half looking.
I get up at 4:45a.m. and go out to siphon gas from the car to the truck.
Well, like I said, it was 1979 the last time I did this, and there were no anti-siphon flappers or dohickies on any of my vehicles back then.
The hose goes into the Spyder and I begin the "children-don't try this at home" process of sucking the gas out and into a gas can*
(* A proper gas container, 'cause you know I'm all about the safety.)
As I'm spitting out the gas (no, I didn't use a clear hose so to anticipate when the gas was getting close to avoid this annoyance, and I couldn;t find any hand pumps that I can swear I had back in '79) I realize that it tasted sweeter than I had remembered. No lead now? I put the gas in the truck, enough now for her to drive until some station opens later in the morning, and I wash my face with go-jo shop soap and brush my teeth and tongue and lips so I could kiss the lovely bride farewell before her trip.
Lovely bride says. "Forget it. I'll take my chances with the car. If they impound my car two hundred miles away, you can just come and get me..." and she kisses me goodbye and hops in the car and drives away, unknowingly leaving me the truck with now 5/128ths of a tank of gas and an empty Spyder.
Marriage. :dontknow::banghead:
Somehow I think there might be another chapter to this story coming...for your entertainment.
My daughter had the truck last night, and my lovely bride comes home with her car, all filled up with gas for her long business trip leaving early in the morning.
The lovely bride tells me that her inspection was due on her car--in June.
So, of course she could take the truck.
Daughter comes home with the truck with gauge on about 1/16th. (No--she's good kid, really. I just must've left her the truck on 1/15th!)
I go out to get gas.
As some of you know, this is a rural part of New England. I learn that the twelve nearest filling stations (not really all that near) all close by 11 p.m., which is why daughter didn't get any fuel.
So now I've easily wasted a gallon and a half looking.
I get up at 4:45a.m. and go out to siphon gas from the car to the truck.
Well, like I said, it was 1979 the last time I did this, and there were no anti-siphon flappers or dohickies on any of my vehicles back then.
The hose goes into the Spyder and I begin the "children-don't try this at home" process of sucking the gas out and into a gas can*
(* A proper gas container, 'cause you know I'm all about the safety.)
As I'm spitting out the gas (no, I didn't use a clear hose so to anticipate when the gas was getting close to avoid this annoyance, and I couldn;t find any hand pumps that I can swear I had back in '79) I realize that it tasted sweeter than I had remembered. No lead now? I put the gas in the truck, enough now for her to drive until some station opens later in the morning, and I wash my face with go-jo shop soap and brush my teeth and tongue and lips so I could kiss the lovely bride farewell before her trip.
Lovely bride says. "Forget it. I'll take my chances with the car. If they impound my car two hundred miles away, you can just come and get me..." and she kisses me goodbye and hops in the car and drives away, unknowingly leaving me the truck with now 5/128ths of a tank of gas and an empty Spyder.
Marriage. :dontknow::banghead:
Somehow I think there might be another chapter to this story coming...for your entertainment.

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