Thanks for the mail. Glad you really enjoyed the Tucker tale.
Your own tale of your brother burning off armpit hair using a similar
oil can to fuel a Ford is understood.
Once upon a time, when I was enjoying the company of some of my male
and female friends, we went to the Indiana State Dunes in a 37
Plymouth. The fuel pump gave out as we passed into a small town. We
collected about 20 empty oil cans and filled them with fuel.
Removed the bonnet and put it into the trunk.
The windshield cranked open and I laid out over the engine, on the
radiator support struts and with a can in one hand, dribbled fuel
into the open carb.
Of course the driver speeded like hell as it was already late on a
Sunday night.
With every little bump I plopped too much fuel in and was greeted
with a sheet of flame backfire.
Well, we did make it home to the south side of chicago where other
cars were parked. When I looked in the mirror I saw no eyebrows and
the face was completely black. Soap and water revealed little
blisters all over but I applied a stinky product called Unguentine
and eventually had no lasting harm.
Due to all those cans being stashed around the inside, and being
passed through the windshield, we were literally a moving Molotov
Cocktail. What stupidity! There is a God , and he watches over
fools (sometimes?)
Hey....ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
Dick t.
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