Life's most embarrassing car moments

Years ago, I was driving my Dodge D50. Back then it had a hopped up 2.6L (aftermarket non-jet valve head, custom ground cam, forged dome pistons, dual weber carbs) and a 5-Speed.

Apparently I didn't have as much gas in it as I thought I did, and I ran out on my way to town.

A grounds keeper for a nearby apartment complex stops to help, he comes back a few minutes later with a can of fuel. I give the can of fuel a shake (I can't smell, so I judge fuels by "feel" and sound by shaking the can). I say to him "You sure this is gas?"

"Yeah it's gas!"

I dump about 3 gallons of it in my truck, thinking "there's no way this is gas." Then the grounds keeper charges me $25 for those 3 gallons and disappears in a hurry. It takes me a while to get the truck started, but it finally rumbles to life and the poor ol 2.6L is hammering like a worn out diesel.

I drove that poor thing into town, running on 99% Diesel Fuel, whipped in at the nearest gas station and the attendant comes up to the window and says "we don't sell diesel fuel here kid." "I know... just fill it up with high octane...don't ask." :D

I should also note the gas gauge DID work back then (it hasn't since the day I small blocked it).