Just had a close call, fire hazard,
Keith Newton
I usually take my chainsaw with me to the cabin on weekends, along with a small plastic gas tank and chain oil. It rained all the way home and while I unloaded, so I was running in with stuff trying to keep from getting soaked, and missed getting the gas and oil out of the back.
This morning I went to my supplier to pick up some sheet goods. I noticed the gas which was back in the corner out of the way, under the toolbox across the front of the truck bed. I was going to load the sheets over the tailgate, so the lift driver pulled up behind the truck with the sheets so we could tip them over off the forks. I moved in to gently give it a push, but he jumped down to help, and gave it a harder push on his side than I did.
That stack went in with a crash, which ruptured the gas tank. I instantly smelled it, and tried to reach in to pull it out, but of course it was captured. I could also see a stream draining out starting a pool under the truck. I got him to lift the tail in with his forks so I could drop the tailgate, then we pulled the sheets out enough to get the tank out, so I could run outside with it.
By the time I got back inside the puddle under the truck was out to about 8' circle, so I tossed the 4' x 8' cardboard cover-sheet down on it to soak some up. I had some bath-towels and a full roll of paper towels in the cab, which I totally soaked with gas back in the bed. I ask the driver if there were any extinguishers handy, which he acknowledged was just around the corner, but didn't bother to bring near, while other drivers drove around much too close for my comfort. I kept trying to warn them away, but it's so loud in there I don't think they understood my angst at what one spark would mean. I felt sure that one spark down about floor level within 50' would have turned me and my truck into toast.
Then after drying the bed and under the truck, and getting the soaked materials outside, I finally got the solid lumber portion of the order loaded, I started the truck and tried to quickly get out from over the damp circle, but the truck died before I could get out the door. I don't know if Tundra has some sort of sensor that detected a high level of fumes or what was wrong, but it wouldn't start again for about 3 minutes.
My nerves were just shot by the time I finally got out of there. In retrospect I couldn't believe I had just been down on my knees in the bed sopping up that much gas, with that much activity going on around. I feel like I was just extremely lucky, and have resolved to not be hauling around a gas can anytime unless I've got to have it with me when I get to wherever I'm going.