to Keep Fuel Where it Belongs—In Your Tank
hot, the harbor is crowded, and you have been circling the fuel
dock for 25 minutes waiting your turn. Finally you snag a spot on
the dock. You’re pumping diesel as quick as you can when your
grandson tugs on your arm, begging for spare change for an ice cream
sandwich from the ships store.
With your wallet
hand deeply in the pocket of your Bermuda shorts, your tanks are
suddenly and unpredictably full. Before you can say “Eskimo
Pie,” pink diesel is tumbling out of your tank vent, down
the side of your new gel-coated hull, and hitting the water—naturally,
right as a mama duck leads a family of fuzzy ducklings by. In one
careless moment, you’ve streaked your gelcoat, broken a federal
environmental law, and insulted nature right in her face.
Has this ever
happened to you or someone you know? You aren’t the only one.