"Thought there would be a few more Bandit war stories out in PPRuNe land?"...
... A grey haired old gentleman once vaguely recounted this story but then again he may have been halucinating or even exagerrating, something he was prone to do. He said:
One fine day many many moons ago there was some calamity going on at the other end of the hangar as the call went out to all hands on deck for each person to bring an empty 44 fuel drum. Next thing there's a line of worker ants rolling empty drums toward the Bandit sitting on the hardstand as the resultant sound of thunder forced the disembarkation of all pax back into the adjacent terminal. Rolling Red Thunder comes to mind. The pax were then treated to an episode akin to the Keystone Cops, any distraction by the offer of light refreshments by harried ground crew ignored, as fuel was manually pumped out of each wing into the drums and subsequently rolled away, minus the thunder, the perplexed pax were subsequently reloaded and the much lighter Bandit now bounced into the air on it's slightly delayed journey with a now reduced endurance but much happier landing gear. Not very often was the landing gear happy but there were reasons to keep it very happy on this occasion.