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Only once. I had just picked up my 69 camaro out of a paint shop after having the front end resprayed, I got about one mile before it died in an intersection. I dropped the car off with 3/4 tank of gas. I called the paint shop from the nearest phone, not very happy that they had siphoned my gas out. Owner of shop came by with a gas can, then folloed me to the gas station where he filled the tank. I was MAD, shop owner was too.
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In a fit of 16 year old genius, I looked down through the carb while cranking it to see if fuel was flowing, and it was. Flowing straight up in a vapor cloud, around my head, on fire.
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