During the gas shortage we had a 1972 International 1210 crew cab pickup. Its fuel filler was on the passenger side of the truck. Hubby would get into the fuel line. When we were next to get fuel I would get out, stand behind the pickup. I would hold the line up while he turned that long pickup around so he could have the passenger side next to the pump. I always would stand there holding a baseball bat and looking tough. Looking back I must have been a little crazy.Those lines were looooooooong!
I swear, that was before we knew they could blow up.