Surprised something did not ignite the gasoline fumes

The fumes did not get to the door light switch in time.

Gasoline is much harder to ignite than you think. It is one of tbe reasons we use it as fuel.

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Not if you atomize it and put it under 147 psi compression. :wink:

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And get it mixed with air in a ratio of between about 11.5:1 and 16:1… :crazy_face:

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Older video, seen this a while back, it was all over social media…

Yeah as a kid I took a bottle of gas, shoved a rag in it, sat it on the dead end road, nothing for 500 yards or more, and lit it and ran, very anticlimactic, just shot flames up… Boring!!! lol

Yeah I saw that a while back. I guess in a pinch you just use what you have. They should remember that some folks are armed and that leaves a mark, not just stings and smells. Yeah I remember dropping a match in gas, and the match went out. It’s the vapors. Don’t do that with Coleman fuel though.

A Molotov cocktail is always made with a glass bottle. The bottle is a delivery vehicle for a flammable substance. The wick is lit, the bottle thrown, and it breaks on impact. This spreads the flammable substance and the fire over a large area. Napalm is a more technologically advanced weapon, but still basically a Molotov cocktail.

Coleman fuel is known as white gas. It is gasoline without the additives we use in cars. Lubricants, octane boosters and ethanol. Many of the very early cars in the museum I vounteer for run on that stuff.

Just saw a show about how Finland defended itself in WWII against Russia. They invented the Molotov cocktail to spray burning glass over the air intake of the Russian tanks. Turned out to be very effective, and very cheap. Named for the Russian minister who claimed the bombings of Finnish cities was actually the delivery of ‘humanitarian supplies’.

My dad used to like to show off and put out his cigarette by quickly submerging it in a cup of gasoline. One of the many reasons I never even tried smoking. :laughing:

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Yep, like I said, I was a kid, probable 12/13yo and no internet… :wink:

I told the story about singing the hair on my arms underneath my jacket lighting a campfire. Be careful with white gas. Kinda like lo.