Combustible mixtures
W hen I was a lad it fell to me to mow the lawn, using an ancient side-valve motor mower. When spring’s green growth summoned me to this duty, I would walk up to the old barn foundation where I would find among tall weeds a glass gallon jug of last season’s mower fuel. What a stink!
That bad confusion of smells was not unlike today’s motor fuel, consisting of things like fast-aging olefins – products of aggressive catalytic
