A trying yet ultimately successful day.
As predicted it began with a jump start, Henry’s golf once
again doing the honours. It was raining. We packed out still wet stuff into the
still wet cars & headed out of town.
Town? Erm ……. Dundee I
think.
I was still puzzled by the car. It seemed the alternator was
working, but not charging the battery, sometimes the volt meter said 13v J, sometimes 11.5 L. A good rev of the
engine would jump it up to 13 for a while, so I drove along using the wipers
sparingly, expecting the fuel pump to stop any minute. Henry followed my every
move (even the wrong ones) in case I had to stop the car & couldn’t
re-start it.
So at last mid-day came, we stopped for fuel & checked
the pump as I always do, yes I recognised the logo. I didn’t need much, so just
put 9 litres in. Then another few of our happy band pulled in & suggested
the café next door for a drink. The Fury was bump started & I trundled
towards the café car park – followed by a pall of smoke. What the hell had happened
while it was stationary in the fuel station to make it burn so much oil? Ah – I
checked the receipt. I’d put diesel in it.
After coffee I was pushed back to the fuel station where I
brimmed it with PETROL, & filled the 5 litre can. This time it started on
its own so I set off laying a trail behind me. Again the gallant Henry followed
me, to ensure I did no more stupid things, until he departed for home along the
A1. About ½ hour later I pulled into the hotel. The battery still seemed to be flat, but
hopefully some help from the SKCC would get me on my way & I'd get home to do some fault finding.
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