Even though it was some time ago that I last saw Gerry,

I am fairly sure he had normal colour on the back of his neck, sort of euro pale.

That kind of ingenuity that he is refering to is what is known in Sweden as Red Neck creativity,

I think that is little known fact but the best/brightest/toughest red necks are decendants from Swedes that found Sweden to be to dull and backwards in it´s ways.

Some of the best things I have learned was taught to me while in the force, I have a sneaking suspicion that it was there Gerry acquired his too.

Best regards Chris

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sort of euro pale.....

.....Red Neck creativity,

My Deareast close relative Ugh, Viking Friend Chris,

Taxation on Alcoholic Beverages is an abomination that should have been thrown off with our Colonial Yoke; right - it isn't just about "Tea", anymore either. The Scumbag who left that Law on the books should have been sent to the Down Under Penal Colony with the other half of my relatives.

For the record, I come from Florida via Georgia (Jaw-jah, also a former Penal Colony). Clayton, Georgia the County Seat & Clayton County, Georgia. My lineage fled, were run outa Town, settled in Florida. We are all "Crackers" and have Red Necks. The "Euro Pale" sub-spieces wasn't introducted to Florida until after the Yankee Invasion of 1865.

Where I come from everyone in the County used to be related to the County Sheriff (until the Yankee influx), either by blood or marriage. The Yankees weren't allowed to have any fun at all and those who were related by marriage sorta had to behave. Blood realtives had pretty much free reign to do as they pleased (read the John Grisham series).

I'm gonna cut to the Chase because there's just too much in the middle.......

After the Revenuers got real serious about Tax collecting the era of the Cigarette Boat began. Now, when we're fishing in Florida with my relatives you'll notice that all water navigation is accomplished without a map & compass and along the most direct route Florida-Cuba-Florida regardless of how good or bad the fishing is on a given day.

LOL,

Gerry in good old Sweden, we had a thing called husbehovsbränning,

ie shining for the family or rather an all you can stil and drink deal/law.

Well that did not turn out to great, as history tells us and one of the reasons that Swedes really did leave sweden to go across the water was the freedom to still there own stuff.

even though I used perhaps some not so PC words in my previous post, Red neck and so forth I am glad that took my entry the right way,

from a euro pale Chris in Sweden,

y´all have a great weekend.

Seeing as we are sharing I've remembered an incident during my year of national service.

Our unit, was in charge of storing 45Gallon drums of Diesel, Petrol, Fuel Oil, and Parrafin. They were under a covered pergoda structure of some two and a half acres stacked about three tall.

Now I wasn't the most liked person in the unit by a select group of "older" boys for a variety of reasons that I won't go into here....

Anyway, in the words of Gordon Brown, this "special relationship" landed me with the unenviable task of polishing some 650 barrels of various fuels and 300 Jerry cans. All the containers had been stored for the last five years outsie in the dusty cyprus weather and were caked in about 3mm of dust. It needed to be done within 36 hours for the inspection from the generals, "and it better be a good job or else!!!"

When I asked how I was supposed to accomplish this feat of Mary Poppins like cleaning genius my captain took the bottle of water that I had placed on the side and cut the bottom 5" off and told me to go to the sargent in charge of the diesel pumps. I was to ask him to give me a drop of diesel and using a bit of hessian rag that was on the floor I was to polish the barrels. He then turned and left me for more pressing business witha young lady who was waiting in his office...

So it was I turned up to find my mate Sarge, standing at the pumps holding his head. "call all your mates and tell them to bring their cars into the unit and fill up with". It turned out that he had somewhere in the region of 180 gallons more diesel than he should have in the reservoir and had to get shot of it prior to the inspection. "Here's the keys to my car" says I, "Fill it up, I'm off to find some buckets". He looks slightly confused and scared haveng come accross my cunning plans in the past.

Some of you will have realised where this is going. I returned with two trusted cohorts and a half dozen buckets as the sun was going down and Sarge had more pressing engagements, so I relieved him of his pump keys and sent him on his merry way (looking rather scared I might add).

A large part of the 180 Gallons of diesel was carted down over the next two hours, to the storage shelter and distributed liberally over the top of the barrel piles, sluicing off the dust as bucket loads of diesel gathered on the floor, (What do you mean Diesel doesn't eveaporate like petrol??? ).

We finished in the dark and retired for a shower and some grub, handing back the keys to Sarge with a note to show he only had about 40gallons of fuel to lose now and some mates would be by in the morning with their trucks to fill up.

The next morning when the captain was making his way down to the shelter carrying a cigarette you should of seen the guys running for cover in the background. Me? I suggested as calmly as I could that health and safety should be observed and he should not go near the shelter with the ciggy... He realised why when he got within 30ft of the shelter and smelt the diesl. At twenty fee he could see the pools of the stuff on the floor in places!!

After being verbally dismembered by the captain I was punished by being told I had to repaint the woodwork in the dorm complex, (doors and windows) but that's another story. Suffice to say that he didn't stipulate what colour, I had lots of red and white paint, and time on my hands....


FB

"But for one-time use, you drive an auto's front wheels onto a coupla cinder blocks, build a fire of Port Casks under the engine, circulate the Ethanol rapidly several times on a slow boil after adding a coupla handfuls of corn to the crankcase. Enure it's filtered to avoid any bits & pieces of valves, pistons & camshaft."

I expect the corn mush stopped the piston slap and the big end knock so he drove away happy once the wheels were back on.

Of course, if he'd used ethanol as fuel, he'd have got a lot more knocking on account of the 12C flashpoint which would've made for an interesting drive.

I'm told you can add up to 15% to diesel and still have a viable fuel but don't have any personal experience, not being as adventurous as some and not being willing to override the chip that manages the fuel in my beasties.