There's somewhat a funny story I have to tell about my meeting with Ralph and his girl friend.  There's two runways in this picture, 18/36 and 04/22.   The long one is 04/22 but I landed straight in on 36.  Notice that dark spot at the intersection?  I didn't but should have because it was a mudhole and I ran right through it!  Splat!  Yuck!  Thick, black, gooey, stinky mud splattered on me, the GPS, inside the windshield and all over my instrument panel!   What a mess!  I saw it too late and just gritted my teeth afraid the nose gear wouldn't survive as it dipped in.  My immediate reaction was, "Yes!!  It's still on!" then, "Ooooooh! Nasty!"  I taxied up to the end of the first hangar,  got out and started wiping up the mess.  Nobody came out so I started walking up to the hangars and on to the pilot lounge.  The place appeared deserted and I didn't see any fuel anywhere.  "Oh crap!  The A/FD said there was fuel here!  Just my luck!"  Sometimes I forget that luck has nothing to do with it.

When I did meet Ralph at the fuel tank over on the other side of the airport (other end of the big green roofed building) he said, "I just got this 87 gas in this morning and I don't even know what to charge you."  I didn't really care what he charged I was in a hurry but losing time all the way.  "Are you sure you want 87?  Wouldn't you rather have 100LL?" He asked.  I asked in return, "It's good gas ain't it?  I mean it don't have water or alcohol or dirt in it does it?"  "No", he stated, "I just put a new filter on the pump but are you sure you want 87?".  I was about to get concerned over his concern selling me the 87.  "I prefer mogas over avgas in this 2 stroke", I said as he dragged out the hose.  I kept thinking to myself, "why is this guy trying not to sell me 87?  Maybe he makes more money on 100LL."  Actually he wanted me to be comfortable with being the first gallon out of the new tank.  Lord, bless him too.