Ratickle
Founding Member / Super Moderator
I'm gonna run a test. Quart of gas in a pan, big squirt of dishsoap, throw in a match.
Then same thing with degreaser. How far away should I stand when you throw in the match?
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I'm gonna run a test. Quart of gas in a pan, big squirt of dishsoap, throw in a match.
Then same thing with degreaser. How far away should I stand when you throw in the match?
Dude! Sweet!
Charter Member
I'll bet even without the dishsoap, the match goes out when you throw it in...
Davidmnc
Contributor
Depends on how long the gas is in the pan. If it is there long enough to start to vaporize.............you will have a nice fire. Be carfull.
Davidmnc
Contributor
Isn't that kind of what I said? :huh:
Davidmnc
Contributor
My post was two minutes before yours! I hope you **** better than you type!!! :03:
Scarab KV
New member
i'm gonna run a test. Quart of gas in a pan, big squirt of dishsoap, throw in a match.
Then same thing with degreaser. How far away should i stand when you throw in the match?
boom ???
Ratickle
Founding Member / Super Moderator
I'll run a control test first. I figure it has to be a deep pan so fumes are between the fluid and clean air.
Too windy today, stay tuned.
Sean Stinson
Founding Member/Contributor
Bobcat glad you're here with us....I had the same thing happen with a 42 Tiger with blower motors smelled gas couldn't find it it ended up behind the plate in the cabin under the steps 50 gals to be exact....I feel your pain pal!!!!
tommymonza
New member
That 89 Octane aint flammmable Bobcat .
A little reprint of a Brownie story and his fuel woes.
We had a bunch of interesting races. One of my most memorable was the 1966 Miami-Nassau race. I had a 28' Donzi with a pair of 427 (Chevy) Turbocharged Daytonas on Casale V-drives, driving inboard standard shafts and props.. My co-pilot was Sam Sarra, chief engineer of Daytona. If you looked up 'crazy brilliant sonova*****' in the dictionary, his picture would be there. He had discovered that if you opened the scroll on the turbocharger, backpressure went down, horsepower went waaaay up, and getting on plane became a real chore. I made up a rig that consisted of a couple of ten pound CO2 extinguishers, upside down, with tubes squirting CO2 into the down side of the props. This ventilated the props, and let them spin like crazy, then get a solid bite. We only had enough CO2 for a couple of takeoffs.
We idled out the start of the race (about 45 open class boats) including the entire Mercury racing team, It was rougher than a *****. 5' head seas at the start and much bigger in the stream. We surprised everyone at the start, and held the lead for a while. When we neared Cat Cay, which required some maneuvering to get in the Gun Cay pass, I discovered that I couldn't turn the steering wheel or pull back the wide-open throttles. The exhaust risers had broken, and welded the steering and the throttle controls SOLID! To get through the cut, I shut off one motor, then the other to steer the boat. Sam climbed in the engine space (he threw the engine hatches overboard) and unhooked the throttles and tied lines to them from the cockpit . He tied the risers more-or-less back in place, and we headed to the Cat Cat harbor, where all the boats had to go to receive their customs papers, which were tied to a rock. If you got close enough tto the dock, they threw it into the boat. There must have been thirty boats in that tiny harbor when we came in, still steering by turning off and on the engines. What a mess. We hit about 15 boats 'low speed' and got out into clear water. with only 130 miles to go. I was about to witness a guy who never gives up.....
The steering was Morse 'rack & pinion' with cables down both sides of the boat, and behind the engines. It was a one-piece double cable, so that if one side stuck, the whole thing stuck. Sam got his Snap-on screwdriver and a 5 pound sledgehammer, and cut the tempered 1" diameter steering cable. He said "We gotta hurry, because the front gas tank is leaking, and we will run out of gas". Huh? I held the steering cable on the jackshaft, between the engine and the V-drive and Sam cut it using the screwdriver like a chisel. As he slammed it, little blue sparks would arc over into the little pool of 115-145 Avgas, and go out. We both got terribly seasick, but we did it. We fired that mother up and finished 13th.
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A little reprint of a Brownie story and his fuel woes.
We had a bunch of interesting races. One of my most memorable was the 1966 Miami-Nassau race. I had a 28' Donzi with a pair of 427 (Chevy) Turbocharged Daytonas on Casale V-drives, driving inboard standard shafts and props.. My co-pilot was Sam Sarra, chief engineer of Daytona. If you looked up 'crazy brilliant sonova*****' in the dictionary, his picture would be there. He had discovered that if you opened the scroll on the turbocharger, backpressure went down, horsepower went waaaay up, and getting on plane became a real chore. I made up a rig that consisted of a couple of ten pound CO2 extinguishers, upside down, with tubes squirting CO2 into the down side of the props. This ventilated the props, and let them spin like crazy, then get a solid bite. We only had enough CO2 for a couple of takeoffs.
We idled out the start of the race (about 45 open class boats) including the entire Mercury racing team, It was rougher than a *****. 5' head seas at the start and much bigger in the stream. We surprised everyone at the start, and held the lead for a while. When we neared Cat Cay, which required some maneuvering to get in the Gun Cay pass, I discovered that I couldn't turn the steering wheel or pull back the wide-open throttles. The exhaust risers had broken, and welded the steering and the throttle controls SOLID! To get through the cut, I shut off one motor, then the other to steer the boat. Sam climbed in the engine space (he threw the engine hatches overboard) and unhooked the throttles and tied lines to them from the cockpit . He tied the risers more-or-less back in place, and we headed to the Cat Cat harbor, where all the boats had to go to receive their customs papers, which were tied to a rock. If you got close enough tto the dock, they threw it into the boat. There must have been thirty boats in that tiny harbor when we came in, still steering by turning off and on the engines. What a mess. We hit about 15 boats 'low speed' and got out into clear water. with only 130 miles to go. I was about to witness a guy who never gives up.....
The steering was Morse 'rack & pinion' with cables down both sides of the boat, and behind the engines. It was a one-piece double cable, so that if one side stuck, the whole thing stuck. Sam got his Snap-on screwdriver and a 5 pound sledgehammer, and cut the tempered 1" diameter steering cable. He said "We gotta hurry, because the front gas tank is leaking, and we will run out of gas". Huh? I held the steering cable on the jackshaft, between the engine and the V-drive and Sam cut it using the screwdriver like a chisel. As he slammed it, little blue sparks would arc over into the little pool of 115-145 Avgas, and go out. We both got terribly seasick, but we did it. We fired that mother up and finished 13th.
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Dude! Sweet!
Charter Member
Wild story! And Rat, come on! I dare ya! 
