A friend of mine ran out of gas riding around on back roads. A farmer stopped by and gave him some gas and advice. "Son, It's just as easy to keep the top half full as it is to keep the bottom half"
Random Thoughts IX (The first 8 were probably better)
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I ran out 10 feet from the pump once. I had to push it those last 10 feet.
I have never ran out of gas but had a few close calls.
Fun fact about airplanes and gas. The only thing they are required to read correctly is empty. So you always check how much are in the tanks before leaving and keep track of your time to calculate fuel burn. Barring anything breaking you should always know how much fuel you hve and how long you can fly.
Speaking of things breaking one time I went out for a flight and during my preflight walk around I immediately noticed blue residue on the nose wheel pant. Avgas (100 ocatane low lead) is colored blue. Further investigation revealed more blue running down the bottom of the fuselage as well as some on the floor right next to the nose wheel and the tanks were bone dry. The fuel had leaked out one of the fuel sumps in the engine compartment. My uncle had let a friend borrow the plane to fly to Kansas City and back a few days prior and this had apparently gone unnoticed. No way to tell how much was in the tank when they got back but it was clearly leaking during the flight. Scary.
Fun fact about airplanes and gas. The only thing they are required to read correctly is empty. So you always check how much are in the tanks before leaving and keep track of your time to calculate fuel burn. Barring anything breaking you should always know how much fuel you hve and how long you can fly.
Speaking of things breaking one time I went out for a flight and during my preflight walk around I immediately noticed blue residue on the nose wheel pant. Avgas (100 ocatane low lead) is colored blue. Further investigation revealed more blue running down the bottom of the fuselage as well as some on the floor right next to the nose wheel and the tanks were bone dry. The fuel had leaked out one of the fuel sumps in the engine compartment. My uncle had let a friend borrow the plane to fly to Kansas City and back a few days prior and this had apparently gone unnoticed. No way to tell how much was in the tank when they got back but it was clearly leaking during the flight. Scary.
I had a 74 Charger that the fuel gauge quit working. I had to keep track of the miles for filling up. I miss judged it once and had to get some gas from a farmer north of Ames. Now days I usually fill up around a qtr of a tank, unless I know I'm going somewhere with cheap gas then I'll try to squeak in darn close to empty, one of these days I'll probably get caught on the wrong side of it again.
Not me. My dad may have been the one who gave GR8s buddy the advice. He preached the top half comment. My wife? I think she still hasn't learned how to put gas in. She will switch out what she drives and wait go round me to use the other one and notice I'm just lucky enough to have enough to cost into a pump.
I was there, too. Between this and the Twister thing I now feel like KC was stalking me in college. I always felt like there might be a monkey on my back.
I can't remember if it was Petty or Billy Joel that took place during the huge snowstorm. Maybe it was both.
So, the 13 year-old son got bitten during the house league basketball game Saturday Morning. That was unexpected. Since he seems to be OK I've discovered that it is a lot of fun to make vampire jokes about it.
Uh oh. Has he turned yet? I've heard if he avoids drinking human blood he can control the thirst.
My enormous family is getting together to celebrate my parents' 60th wedding anniversary over Christmas. The logistics, lodging and food preparation for such an event rivals wartime preparations.
My sibs have been chiming in as to what they are bringing.
My brother: beef summer sausage, cheese, crackers, (9) 2-liters of pop, a bunch of vegetables and dip, a couple of egg bakes, TV trays, and 4 folding chairs
My sister: Anniversary Cake; cheesecake; fudge; peanut butter balls; wreaths; christmas cookies; almond bark pretzels; taco soup; chicken tortilla soup; a potato casserole; apple pie; couple cases of water; misc. beverages
Me: folding chairs, fruit and beer
Low expectations are a distinct advantage when you are the youngest in a large family
My sibs have been chiming in as to what they are bringing.
My brother: beef summer sausage, cheese, crackers, (9) 2-liters of pop, a bunch of vegetables and dip, a couple of egg bakes, TV trays, and 4 folding chairs
My sister: Anniversary Cake; cheesecake; fudge; peanut butter balls; wreaths; christmas cookies; almond bark pretzels; taco soup; chicken tortilla soup; a potato casserole; apple pie; couple cases of water; misc. beverages
Me: folding chairs, fruit and beer
Low expectations are a distinct advantage when you are the youngest in a large family
JC put a stake through his son's heart before he finished wincing from the initial bite. Better proactive than reactive.
They're family, but they're still German/Belgian. They'd kill me before I got in the door.
I've been wondering how the relatives of the Leinenkugals family have been putting up with the fact that their family business is now all about the fruity beers.
Sadly, I watched most of the movies.
However, I watched them with the intent of receiving a reward so my motives were at least true.
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