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Well, I hate to put myself into that category, but when I was about 16, the fuel pump quit on my old dodge colt, on the Pa. turnpike. I hitched a ride home. At that time, I had a couple of dirt bikes. I grabbed a buddy, and took the fuel tank off my one dirt bike,we jumped on the other one, and did a midnight stealth run down the turnpike to my car. We duct taped the fuel tank to the roof of the dodge, and ran a fuel line down to the carb, then limped it home. No fire, and we got the car home. It actually ran pretty good for just a gravity feed.
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