Count me among the "non-pukers". Although the trucks were three deep this morning at the Love's in Amarillo, I fueled up (we only have one tank and it fills on pass side) with nary a drop spilled. Like Lew, I cram the nozzle down as far as possible and like Jon, if the fuel is cheap I squeeze as much in as possible.

But I hate the RV side of Flying J just because of the small nozzle. Seems like I am there for a Lew night before I get filled up. And some clone from the movie "RV" always pulls up beside me and blocks the only way out or some other inane thing happens, so unless I am dumping the tanks, I stay away.