Well much to my suprise I ran out of fuel in the absolutely worst spot in history.
It's pretty much impossible to show how steep this is but it was not fun.. What an afternoon.
Soo, after I filled that driver side tank I switched the side to that one. I guess it didn't actually switch. So I ran out of fuel idling down this, then once I grew a big big pair. I creeped it down on the brakes, man handling the steering.
Got it on somewhat flat ground, got it started and idled the rest of the way down the hill.
Once we got to the road some onlookers. Warned us were leakin something bad. Fuel was pouring everywhere.. Crap!!! And a bunch of other profanities. For a min a thought it was a damn injector return line cracked so I cut the one I suspected back some and slipped it back on but as I did that I saw the return plug was gone.. So my bud hiked back 1/2 mile and followed the trail of fuel and found the plug!! We got it back on there but it blew off and then the other side did. Perplexed I didn't know what the heck was going on. If I held the plug on foamy diesel was coming out.. So I pulled each return line because I had no tools at all, waiting for air to come out and as I plugged it back in it would die??? So after messing with that Eric hit the tank switch and it buzzed to the other side!! Wtf that must be bad then because after a few seconds the lines stopped leaking and it idles just normal! So it must have pumped the pass tank dry and was pumping air into the lines blowing them off.. Anyway I learned a lot, didn't roll my truck. Got over my fear of hills and Ethel got home in one piece unscathed. And I rust proofed the frame and surrounding areas for winter.
