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Originally Posted by fastfredracing
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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When I was a teen, my psyco ex girl friend had sabatoged my '72 Mustang by dumping Cheerios cereal in the fuel tank. At the time, all I knew was that my carb was not getting gas. I ran a hose from an empty milk jug hat I strapped to my empty broken grill opening and drove to school for a couple days like that re-fueling each way from a jerry can. I ended up dropping the tank after plugging several fuel filters and found the Cheerios cereal in it when I cleaned it out.
Over about a six month period, the same psyco beotch dumped a gallon of white paint on the mustang, dumped a gallon of ZipStrip on my Beetle, flattened all four Beetle tires, dumped molasses on my beetle seats and stole a car and rammed it into my beetle (that I had just repainted after the zipstrip incident) shoving it into my parents garage which totaled it (and caused substanial damage to my parent's garage).
I had no idea who was doing this crap back then and my parents thought I was dealing drugs or something. It was 10 years later when I found out it had been my nextdoor neighbor girl who I had dated for awhile back then.
Hell hath no fury like that of a scorned woman (or broken hearted teen girl).
