"??? Hold muh beer-n-watch this ???
Did the complete gas tank separate from the vehicle or was it a puncture ??? Inquiring minds `n all."
It was laying on the ground with the fuel line still attached. They were strapped in, and I was able to jury right it back on cause it only had about 1/4 tank of gas and get home. That was the last time I ever drove one of my father vehicles. To say he was pissed is an understatement.
Actually I was with my younger sister. I think her boy friend was camping up there if I remember correctly. I was a nice brother. She was probably 15.