Stalker62
Well-Known Member
Cold this morning wasn't it?
-5c around these parts.
Still, I have just got my Landrover back - she has been in since July, having a bit of TLC.
"Do you want your truck back over Christmas? You might find it useful with all this snow and ice?
That would be nice, I had begun to wonder where the old girl was. This mechanic is a 'one man band', and can be quite slow; couple that with a very relaxed owner, and the time soon slips away.
"She will need to come back to me in January, so I can finish her off?
Christ, I hope that is not another six months.
So, I go out this morning to find her covered in about 1" of ice - and that is on the inside. All heaters on full blast, and best part of an hour later, and I can start to see out...
She is very low on fuel, and so the first thing I do it fill her up. Not done that for a while. Expensive ain't it?
Back on the farm, and I load her up with feed and begin my rounds.
The fuel pump is making a noise like a swarm of hornets, and she is miss-firing all around the farm.
She eventually grinds to a halt, and the Farmer is forced to turn out with his (non-Landrover) truck, and tow me back to the yard.
So, I have had her back two days, I have driven her to the petrol station, then to the farm and she has packed up.
The AA are called.
"We could get to you in 20 minutes or it could be tomorrow, we are very busy just now".
No **** Sherlock.
I phone "International Rescue" (Mrs S62) to come and (once again) save my sorry arse.
When she gets there, she is not amused by my 'snow graffiti'...
I point across to the pile of junk, cursing the mechanic who had her, the bloke who invented the internal combustion engine, and everyone else whose fault it is...
Then the Farmer has a suggestion. He rents out Units on his farm, and one of them is a specialist garage.
My useless piece of junk is, by happenstance,dumped parked outside their Unit.
Out comes a man in overalls, and we have a chat.
Long short.
The AA can 'do one' - it takes longer to cancel them than it did to call them - and the truck is going to be left with my new best friend.
About three hours later, my new 'Bestie" phones me.
"We have found the problem. When you filled up this morning, you did so with petrol - this is a diesel engine..."
And so gentle reader, I beg you to excuse me - as I have to away and write my acceptance speech, for this month's:-
"Cnut of the Month" award.
-5c around these parts.
Still, I have just got my Landrover back - she has been in since July, having a bit of TLC.
"Do you want your truck back over Christmas? You might find it useful with all this snow and ice?
That would be nice, I had begun to wonder where the old girl was. This mechanic is a 'one man band', and can be quite slow; couple that with a very relaxed owner, and the time soon slips away.
"She will need to come back to me in January, so I can finish her off?
Christ, I hope that is not another six months.
So, I go out this morning to find her covered in about 1" of ice - and that is on the inside. All heaters on full blast, and best part of an hour later, and I can start to see out...
She is very low on fuel, and so the first thing I do it fill her up. Not done that for a while. Expensive ain't it?
Back on the farm, and I load her up with feed and begin my rounds.
The fuel pump is making a noise like a swarm of hornets, and she is miss-firing all around the farm.
She eventually grinds to a halt, and the Farmer is forced to turn out with his (non-Landrover) truck, and tow me back to the yard.
So, I have had her back two days, I have driven her to the petrol station, then to the farm and she has packed up.
The AA are called.
"We could get to you in 20 minutes or it could be tomorrow, we are very busy just now".
No **** Sherlock.
I phone "International Rescue" (Mrs S62) to come and (once again) save my sorry arse.
When she gets there, she is not amused by my 'snow graffiti'...
I point across to the pile of junk, cursing the mechanic who had her, the bloke who invented the internal combustion engine, and everyone else whose fault it is...
Then the Farmer has a suggestion. He rents out Units on his farm, and one of them is a specialist garage.
My useless piece of junk is, by happenstance,
Out comes a man in overalls, and we have a chat.
Long short.
The AA can 'do one' - it takes longer to cancel them than it did to call them - and the truck is going to be left with my new best friend.
About three hours later, my new 'Bestie" phones me.
"We have found the problem. When you filled up this morning, you did so with petrol - this is a diesel engine..."
And so gentle reader, I beg you to excuse me - as I have to away and write my acceptance speech, for this month's:-
"Cnut of the Month" award.
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) now have a device in the filler cap that stops a petrol nozzle going in.
did it. Both times he started with empty tanks, and filled them to the brim.
