Pete.
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I know the other thread was locked but this isn't a moaning thread just a happy-ending story.
I managed to get my bike filled up today at a local garage that had petrol but no diesel so at least I could get to work tomorrow. Later this evening I got a call from one of my workmates who lives local that there was diesel in a big BP in Dartofrd and he was going over there to fill up. My van was running on fumes so I asked him to follow me over in case I ran out.
So I set off to Darford 7 miles way. My dash reads 10 miles range.
So I'm driving as gently as I can and coasting on all the downhills. Half way there and my dash reads 5 miles left.
I carry on being as frugal as I possibly can. Get to the filling station and there are cars queuing but I just get onto the start of the forecourt. Had to keep starting up to move forward because the dash says I am out of fuel.
At this point some nobber in a Range Rover drives around the queuing vehicles, over the verge and barges his way up to a vehicle behind one of the pumps. People are getting angry until he suddenly realises they only have diesel, no petrol so now he's stuck in the middle of the forecourt with cars in front and behind and there's no fuel for him
Anyway, the van in front of me pulls away from the pump, I move forward full of relief and put the nozzle in my filler. Pump doesn't start. I got inside and the teller says they just ran out
Luckily for me (and the other guy) there are two BP's in Dartford about 100yds apart and the other one still has diesel so we went and queued up again. I have my fingers crossed that the van doesn't conk out before I get to the pump. Whilst we were queuing a guy on a bike rides around all the cars and again barges up to a pump that's got no car next to it because the guy had left but the one behind still filling. He goes to fill up and - they go no petrol for him either He screams "FOR ***K SAKE!!" and gets back on his bike
So after 2 1-hour journeys and a very touch-and-go trip out I finally got the fuel I need and all is now well with my world
I managed to get my bike filled up today at a local garage that had petrol but no diesel so at least I could get to work tomorrow. Later this evening I got a call from one of my workmates who lives local that there was diesel in a big BP in Dartofrd and he was going over there to fill up. My van was running on fumes so I asked him to follow me over in case I ran out.
So I set off to Darford 7 miles way. My dash reads 10 miles range.
So I'm driving as gently as I can and coasting on all the downhills. Half way there and my dash reads 5 miles left.
I carry on being as frugal as I possibly can. Get to the filling station and there are cars queuing but I just get onto the start of the forecourt. Had to keep starting up to move forward because the dash says I am out of fuel.
At this point some nobber in a Range Rover drives around the queuing vehicles, over the verge and barges his way up to a vehicle behind one of the pumps. People are getting angry until he suddenly realises they only have diesel, no petrol so now he's stuck in the middle of the forecourt with cars in front and behind and there's no fuel for him
Anyway, the van in front of me pulls away from the pump, I move forward full of relief and put the nozzle in my filler. Pump doesn't start. I got inside and the teller says they just ran out
Luckily for me (and the other guy) there are two BP's in Dartford about 100yds apart and the other one still has diesel so we went and queued up again. I have my fingers crossed that the van doesn't conk out before I get to the pump. Whilst we were queuing a guy on a bike rides around all the cars and again barges up to a pump that's got no car next to it because the guy had left but the one behind still filling. He goes to fill up and - they go no petrol for him either He screams "FOR ***K SAKE!!" and gets back on his bike
So after 2 1-hour journeys and a very touch-and-go trip out I finally got the fuel I need and all is now well with my world