Early one morning when Uncle Bill was approaching the main gate, two men in a smaller fuel tanker waved him down. Being a nice guy, he stepped out of his truck to see what the trouble was. They pulled a gun on him and told him to fill their tank with the fuel from his. Not wanting to risk his life, he proceeded to do so. After their tank was topped off, they warned him to back away, and they began to fill their truck s gas tank with the same fuel, using a coffee can.
Airplane fuel is very dangerous in a car's gas tank.
They replied rudely with a shot to his left leg. When they were through, they hopped into the cab and started up the engine. It roared loudly as they drove away. Bill shuffled himself and his wounded leg to safety in a drainage ditch next to the road, just in time to turn around and watch the whole truck explode twenty feet away. A buddy of mine used to work in an ariport and was in charge of refuling the planes.