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Ok, before any non-oregonian people call me a dumbshit, we are not allowed to fill our own gas in Oregon. SO here we go....

 

I fill this morning. On my way. Meeting over and heading home. The freeway offramp to my house is a nice 25MPH loop. Any other day and the 521 takes it at 45 w/o a prob.. WHOA! Not today. Halfway through, and I feel the rear slip. It wasn't one of these "i'll counter, get things controlled and come out w/ maybe a cool drift." Fuck no. Grip then NOTHING. 180 and i'm being passed by people who were behind me; gocking as they pass. WTF. Hmmm. I smell gas. I'm thinking that its just a little overflow from the sloshing around. Nothing new. I get the truck back on track and continue home. Hmmm. Still smell gas. NOT normal. I check to see if I perf'd the filler or pulled a hose loose. Nope, smell coming from behind filler door. THAT FUCKING PRICK FACED GAS ATTENDANT BASTARD!!! The gas cap is half on, half off. Cocked to the side w/ one locking tab in and one out. Then I notice the rear tire that I thought was just dull from being cover in "slide" dust. Fuck no. Its fuel washed. All the shiny shit is gone.

SO! The best as I can figure, because I was banking pretty hard around the offramp, the fuel shifted and stared pouring out of the kneck. Once it hit the tire treads BYE BYE GRIP! That's why the slide was so violent and sudden.

 

In short. Be lucky you other peeps can fill your own shit. I've heard other stories of filler f-ups. I'm not trusting any these assholes again.

 

-Brian

 

Anyone else wanna share your, "...and suddenly i was facing the wrong direction" story?

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i remember when i was about 9 at the local circle track when my was racing an LZ24 powered BRE schemed 510 and somebody closed down on him causing him to dip his wheels in the grass. it sent him spinning at about 70mph through the grass. everything looked fine because it was all grass and the asphalt pit entrance except there was a couple inch lip on the asphalt that he caught sideways and flipped a couple times in the air. when he landed something shorted out on the battery and it exploded. there were body parts everywhere around the car, even the roof was layin in the last corner pretty far from the car. it sucked getting that thing back together and on the track.

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It's about filling up.

 

Years ago in Ontario in the '70s all gas was pumped for you and you never got out of the car. I had an old '65 Pontiac party car and often got some friends together with some beer and treats and go well up into the back woods roads north of Oshawa and put around talking, (drinking) listening to music. Being careful, minding our business, but having a ball at the same time.

 

So one night after an evening of road running up in the woods, we're rollin' into north Oshawa to drop everyone off and get some gas for my drive home. We're all pretty waisted as I pull into Len Wall's Esso, the only station open for miles at that hour, in fact we are the only car on the road. I'm already approaching the pumps when we spot a big O.P.P. cruiser parked there and the cop is in the station talking to the kid who pumps the gas. Much too late to keep going, to just drive through and leave would be suspicious, so I pulled in to the pump furthest from the window.... the window the cop is standing in, glancing in our direction. My four buddies are all freakin' out and whispering loudly things like 'keep going' and 'don't look at him' and 'don't act suspicious'. Man I was scared!

 

The kid comes over and I tell him 'ten' and he goes back and pulls the license plate down, takes the cap off and sets the nozzle to run and steps back and waits. Meanwhile, back in the car the tension is mounting. Every second we expect the cop to come over but no one can dare look. I am so wanting to leave that I hear what I think is the gas cap being put on so I put the car in gear and idle ahead.... only to hear the nozzle fall out on the ground splashing fuel and the kid yelling. All I can think is... FUCK!!!

 

I back up, he puts it back in, and finishes filling. Every second is a week long but finally he comes over and I pay him and mutter that I took my foot off the brake thinking it was in park. (yeah, right!) He wasn't impressed, so, ever so slowly we leave and turn down Simcoe St. heading south. One block, ... two. Still no flashing lights. Six blocks before we say a word.

 

Horse shoe up the ass that night. Always bought gas before going out after that and even so my buddies would tease the shit out of me when I did.

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Lucky for us Californians then that drives Datsunsssss.

Specially 510 wagons, it's not that easy to fill up cause of the filler neck.

Let alone a gas attendant that tries to fill it up and not spill.

And oh yeah, don't forget the nice wagon OE gas cap.

I always double check that I did put the cap on.

 

Since you can't fill up you own gas, can you at least step out and watch them making sure they don't spill gas?

 

Then there's my 68 510 sedan.

I actually poked through the old fragile rubber filler neck and pumped gas.

Luckily there was no drain plug in the trunk.

Started pouring out from there.

Mind you that I had the battery in the trunk near the filler neck.:eek::eek::eek::eek:

Talk about scary experience.

Still gives me goose bumps to this day.

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Glad your ok....not sure why but i wouldnt & dont let anybody touch my vehicles especially when it comes to putting gas in. Id let em know...dood im good go back into your office ;)

 

Thanks boss. Yeah, getting used to someone else touching my vehicles took some time to get used to. I still don't like it. But yeah, you can jump out and watch. I've heard also that once they put the pump in, technically you can hold it yourself.

 

that shit almost happend to me on the way to the tuesday night meet. I hit the corner by my house the truck slid out i counter steered and bam all i smelled was gas. the guy put the gas cap on half way with only one tab in filler tube

 

No fuking way!! You too this week. I'm only glad that it didn't happen to me w/ my wife in the car. The very first time she road in the truck I fishtailed (bad tires.) Who knows what would happen if it happened again.

 

-Brian

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Mine happened just 3 yrs. ago! I was driving up the 15 fwy going north and it was raining hard and very windy! I just got over the Cajon Pass at the top of the mountain and I was driving way to fast 'cause I was late for a Chiropractor appt:(! Next thing you know My truck started to Hydroplane and then It started to drift into another lane:blink: So i let off the Gas and tried to steer it back.....this didn't work at all....So the truck literaly started spinning in circles on the freeway....I was literaly looking at the cars just staring at me as I'm going around in circles and there getting further and further away from me!(I should have worn a diaper that day! I thought i was done and even literaly saw everything flashing before me...My children, wife, family and friends!!!) I was just waiting for the truck to flip 'cause I started to turn the wheel the other way to get traction! Crazy thing is this worked:) When the truck would start to spin the other way I would let off the gas until it got straight and as soon as it did I would hit the gas again and get traction!! I spun around the first time at least 4 times and 2 times the other way before the truck came to a complete stop in the fast lane...facing on coming traffic!!!!! A man came running over and asked if i was OK...The only thing I could say is "did I hit anybody?" he said no! And I never got off the cement at all! He actualy told me "good Driving"! The truck started right up and I was on my way....In the slow lane:lol:! I learned my lesson that day:D!!!!

 

Sorry about the long story guys! But i was scared at of my mind that day!!

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It's about filling up.

 

Years ago in Ontario in the '70s all gas was pumped for you and you never got out of the car. I had an old '65 Pontiac party car and often got some friends together with some beer and treats and go well up into the back woods roads north of Oshawa and put around talking, (drinking) listening to music. Being careful, minding our business, but having a ball at the same time.

 

So one night after an evening of road running up in the woods, we're rollin' into north Oshawa to drop everyone off and get some gas for my drive home. We're all pretty waisted as I pull into Len Wall's Esso, the only station open for miles at that hour, in fact we are the only car on the road. I'm already approaching the pumps when we spot a big O.P.P. cruiser parked there and the cop is in the station talking to the kid who pumps the gas. Much too late to keep going, to just drive through and leave would be suspicious, so I pulled in to the pump furthest from the window.... the window the cop is standing in, glancing in our direction. My four buddies are all freakin' out and whispering loudly things like 'keep going' and 'don't look at him' and 'don't act suspicious'. Man I was scared!

 

The kid comes over and I tell him 'ten' and he goes back and pulls the license plate down, takes the cap off and sets the nozzle to run and steps back and waits. Meanwhile, back in the car the tension is mounting. Every second we expect the cop to come over but no one can dare look. I am so wanting to leave that I hear what I think is the gas cap being put on so I put the car in gear and idle ahead.... only to hear the nozzle fall out on the ground splashing fuel and the kid yelling. All I can think is... FUCK!!!

 

I back up, he puts it back in, and finishes filling. Every second is a week long but finally he comes over and I pay him and mutter that I took my foot off the brake thinking it was in park. (yeah, right!) He wasn't impressed, so, ever so slowly we leave and turn down Simcoe St. heading south. One block, ... two. Still no flashing lights. Six blocks before we say a word.

 

Horse shoe up the ass that night. Always bought gas before going out after that and even so my buddies would tease the shit out of me when I did.

 

 

Mike you were a party animal in the day eh..

Great story man..

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Brian I had that happen in my VW bug. I had a sweet bug back in the day, wide tires, some weird diff that was supposed to be like a clutch pack... and dual carbs. Well in the rain that thing was a sideways machine, as long as you didn't let off the gas haha One day I filled her up, I must have been talking to my buddies because I forgot to put the cap on.... Damn.. Anyways we all pile back in. A few blocks away is one of my favorite corners :D Sideways, sideways, O SHIT 180!! Well I really fucked up traffic and scared everyone in my car. I didn't realize it was my gas cap until I was about a mile away.. I went back and found it at the gas station :D

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A few years ago, thanksgiving day, I was over at my bro-in-law Alan's parents' house where they have his younger brother's POS porsche 924 that was already rolled in a ditch once. Well, we decided it would be fun to take it out to see what kind of burnouts and stuff we could do. Alan drove it around the block once and then said it was my turn...sweet! He and his brother set up to follow in the 914. Well, the doors don't work well so it's easiest to get in and out through the moonroof, which is conveniently off and stuck on the back seat. I'm a tall guy so I get in and try to slide the seat back...won't move with half the roof stuck behind it so I say fug it and go. I'm heading up the 2 lane highway through the twisties coming up to a 20mph chicane with a guardrail and steep dropoff on the opposite side, doing about 65 when I start to brake...or at least try. Alan didn't mention that the brakes don't work well and needed to be pumped, but I'm already cramped in there and don't have any time at this point...my foot is too big to move around easily and the brake's not working out very well so I try to downshift, but as I go to throw the shifter the knob pops off in my hand and I completely miss the shift...oops. I got down to maybe 50 when I hit the turn and just start sliding, doing a nice long sliding 180 and end up a foot or two from the guardrail facing the correct way in the opposite lane, Alan and his brother laughing their asses off coming up behind me.

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Brian I had that happen in my VW bug. I had a sweet bug back in the day, wide tires, some weird diff that was supposed to be like a clutch pack... and dual carbs. Well in the rain that thing was a sideways machine, as long as you didn't let off the gas haha One day I filled her up, I must have been talking to my buddies because I forgot to put the cap on.... Damn.. Anyways we all pile back in. A few blocks away is one of my favorite corners :D Sideways, sideways, O SHIT 180!! Well I really fucked up traffic and scared everyone in my car. I didn't realize it was my gas cap until I was about a mile away.. I went back and found it at the gas station :D

 

Damn Ice, I thought you were going to say that a few gallons of gas sloshed out into the front of the 'Dub. Them fuckers are like driving a torpedo down the street with all that gas sitting practically in your lap. I like the reserve lever.

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My best story for a spin out,

Was in 95 (winter)Snows on the ground,Hmm wanna go back that way pull a hard left punch it(this car was built for rally,so you get the picture) get the best side drift just keep on the throttle,wee that was fun,Oh poop I see shinny red and blues in the mirror,uhh ohh,pulls me over for a unsafe uturn(at 3 in the morning,yeh ok)

Proceeds to rip my ears apart(yada,yada)

So figure screw this shit ticket,Dispute it,Hehe,Show up the judge all wtf,An unsafe uturn at 3 in the morning(your outa here):cool:

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My sudden facing the wrong way incident happened after I was coming home from my car club meeting, Not a datto meeting, and was sitting at a light next to a 5.0 Fox Box mustang with my 2.2L 510. They were two lanes that merged to one about half way up the on ramp to I-5 When the light turned green I Launched like a bat out of hell thanks to the LSD and a good clutch. He launched fairly good but I was about 2 car lenghts ahead just as I rounded the corner to go up the on ramp. As I did I made a stupid mistake and shifted hard in the corner. This made the ass end slide out so damn fast I had no time to correct. While sliding and eventually looking straight into his headlights I thought great move. Since I had an audience I dumped the clutch doing a 180 burn out to right myself and keep on going. The guy followed me all the way to my town, pulled up next to me and gave me the thumbs up for some reason. Said that little thing is fast. I gladly excepted the compliment and went home. Never seen him since.

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Not a datto story, but sure was interesting.

A few years ago I owned a little Mazda 121. I was on the way back to a campground after dropping a mate off home when I took a short cut on a gravel backroad. I was moving pretty quickly, at the time I was doing ALOT of rally work so fast dirt driving wasn't new to me, when I crested a rise. I must have been moving pretty quick as when I crested the rise I felt the steering go light. Next thing the backend steps out bigtime, on a straight:eek:, and I'm completely sideways across the road! Grabbed full oposite lock and stood on the brakes, since the nose was pointing straight at the erosion ditch 2' below the roadway. Ended up doing a full 270* spin. When the dust cleared I noticed there was a strong cross wind, right on the crest. Quick handbrake turn and I was on my way. That weekend was hard on the car, on the way out the first time I hit a bird with the only bit of exposed bumper on the car, the rest was lights or the radiator. After that I stopped taking the backseat out, no weight on the rear wheels.

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That reminded me of something I haven't thought about in a long time.

 

My Mom had a Red '67 Mustang with a 289 and a four speed. I was 16 years old in '68 and she had me run and errand for her. It was one of the first times I ever got drive her car by my self. I'd had my license for two months. I couldn't wait to flog that sucker! :D

 

I was driving back and had to get onto a two lane freeway and take the next exit. I pitched the Mustang into the cloverleaf, got a good set, and started to accelerate through the corner, cranking on the wheel and gassin' it . Right at the exit of the corner there was a sprinkler watering the landscaping and asphalt too. :eek:

 

I did a complete 360. It was like being on ice. I had no clue how to drive and the whole time I was spinning I thought for sure I was gonna die! I spun right out onto the freeway. The was no traffic and I didn't hit anything. Nobody saw it happen. I just gathered my wits about me. Adrenaline was pumping no doubt. I fired it back up and got a little sideways as I sped off. :o

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I hAD A 71 MERC WITH A 429 in it and took it to demo derby! Derbyied the shit out of it but it got hot during the derby and died and wouldnt start. So after the derby some buddy's and i are drinking to celebrate and we see if the car will start! Hell yes fires right up, so im like follow me home! I only lived liked 3/4 of a mile away right! Pull out on the main road ad gas it, that thing whipped arund so damn fast! Bout that time a car came along, so lucky it wasnt a cop! Got her goin the right way and made it home safe. no windows, no lights, no speedo, no ticket! SWEET!

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Brian

I hear ya about letting other pump your gas for you. I hat pumping my own when i leave the state though, what a hassle.

 

About twelve years ago i had this same thing happen to me in my 78 620 KC. Happened to me on my way home from work making a sharp left in a large intersection that is normally really busy. No other cars around this day, took the corner a little faster than normal and almost did a complete 360. Damn gas station attendent hadnt even put the cap back on at all, gas was everywhere. Had to go back tothe station and get my cap out of there lost and found pile. Apparently they forget often. Never went back to that station again. Found a new station to frequent. Getting gas at new station for a couple of months and same problem. Forgot the cap. Different intersection, again usually a busy one but not right now, luckily. Only did a good 180 this time.

I really did have to get out of my truck and do the filler cap myself. Let them do the nozzle, I did the cap.

 

Jason

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