Aaron Johnson

I think the problem with our nation right now has something to do with gas cans. Neither my 1961 Chevy Apache 10 nor my 1985 Jeep CJ7 have functional fuel gauges. That means that most of the time I have a gallon or so of fuel tucked away in the back.

Today I made a fuel purchase and refilled my two red plastic fuel containers. These babies are U.S. approved receptacles for petroleum products. They came complete with a tamper resistant, child proof, adult frustrating, fuel re-appropriation system. That means the spout is impossible to operate. Easy enough to put the fuel in the container, but, buddy, getting it back out is an exercise is both dexterity and patience.

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