I used to save the sump drain fuel from my flight school assigned plane to pour into my Yamaha 250 Enduro back in 1978. I flew mostly at night. Very few people would notice. Sometimes the line fuel truck driver would top me off if he was feeling generous.
When I was done flying I would steal fruit and avocados from trees on my way home so I could eat. Spent the day sleeping on the beach.
Life was better with less.
28 posted on 12/30/2014 3:22:39 PM PST by blackdog
(There is no such thing as healing, only a balance between destructive and constructive forces.)