Chapter 6: In Which I Sniff Gas Fumes
When I took possession of the boat, it came complete with a full gas tank. Full of what I’m not sure, but it smelled like sweet vomit from a child that had eaten too much licorice. Nasty. Part of the smell was from the aluminum insides corroding and rusting. I took it out, and replaced it with a comparable 28 gallon plastic tank. As you can see from the pictures, when I installed it in the summer of 2004, it was on a 98 degree day – with the inside of the hay mow even warmer.
