I pumped out all of my wind-shied wiper fluid and filled the reservoir with gas I siphoned from my old 72 f250 several times one evening. I undid the tubing to the squirters and stuck the end of it in the carb and clamped it down with the air filter lid. Fuel pump had quit, dead deer in the back of the truck, and it was 60 some miles home before the days of cell phones. It would run a bit when I primed it so I just kept priming it with the window wash button. My first plan was to stop at the nearest ranch and call for help, but it worked so good for the first 15 miles, I just kept refilling the washer tank every 10 miles or so, and kept on going. It was all about thumb timing, by the time I got home, I was pretty good at it.


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