Another time,,,, quite some years back now,,,,,
I did something just plain stupid and just not thinking at the time,,,,,,,,, which
should have seen me burnt to a crisp.
One of my daughters had a car that gave problems like it was starving for fuel,, inconsistently.
I had replaced or checked everything from the carby right the way back to the fuel pickup in the tank itself.
This being the last possible thing I could check or replace.
So, late one night in the garage I emptied the boot, removed the mat, and then curled up in the boot itself and unscrewed the locking ring
holding the pickup unit itself,,,,,, and removed it.
Looking directly into the 2/3 full tank of leaded fuel,,,,,, everything was in working condition, (no blockages) so I decided to reinstall it.
Then I noticed a lot of grit and fluff on top of the tank itself and around the hole where the gasket had to be re seated.
Without thinking, I reached to the far side of the boot and grabbed the
old vacuum cleaner that I had been using earlier and dragged it beside me and vacuumed up all the grit and dust around the opening.
As I turned it off,,,, the reality of what I had just done suddenly became apparent.
The sucking of pure petrol fumes right through the vacuum cleaner should have produced one massive explosion,,, but it didn't that night.
I do not fear death itself... Only its inopportune timing!
And,,,,It's been proven,,,,, the most trustworthy females in my entire life were all canines.