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Exploding Fire Extinguishers
Tales Of Misadventures
In my younger days, I often played Russian roulette with the fuel in my vehicles. Many of them I knew to within about 500 yards how far the fuel would take me. I remember once my dad taking my sister out for a driving lesson. I was laid under a small lorry I owned repairing something when I heard my dad walk up the drive.
Seems he ran out of fuel about 4 mile up the road, there wasn't mobile phones in those days, and he didn't have any money on him for fuel, so he had walked all the way back to get some. Hearing him shout to my mother 'Where is the little bA*&^rd, I am going to kill him. I decided discretion was the better part of valour and stayed where I was.
Redcar Gala
I had booked a shooting gallery into a gala in the North East town of Redcar. This particular gallery was built into a 6 wheeled Foden lorry. At the time it would average about 12mpg, so was fairly thirsty. Anyway, I arrived at Redcar, drove onto the allocated pitch, and it promptly conked out of fuel. Oh well, I would operate, get the day over then worry about refuelling.
As it turned out it was a bit of a poor day, and everything was finished by about 5pm.
My at the time mate Arthur, owned a transit van, I asked to borrow it so I could go and fill a 5 gallon drum up with diesel. This would allow me to then return with the lorry to the fuel station and fill it up.
www.candyflosscrazy.com/blog/2021/01/03/exploding-fire-ex...
Exploding Fire Extinguishers
Tales Of Misadventures
In my younger days, I often played Russian roulette with the fuel in my vehicles. Many of them I knew to within about 500 yards how far the fuel would take me. I remember once my dad taking my sister out for a driving lesson. I was laid under a small lorry I owned repairing something when I heard my dad walk up the drive.
Seems he ran out of fuel about 4 mile up the road, there wasn't mobile phones in those days, and he didn't have any money on him for fuel, so he had walked all the way back to get some. Hearing him shout to my mother 'Where is the little bA*&^rd, I am going to kill him. I decided discretion was the better part of valour and stayed where I was.
Redcar Gala
I had booked a shooting gallery into a gala in the North East town of Redcar. This particular gallery was built into a 6 wheeled Foden lorry. At the time it would average about 12mpg, so was fairly thirsty. Anyway, I arrived at Redcar, drove onto the allocated pitch, and it promptly conked out of fuel. Oh well, I would operate, get the day over then worry about refuelling.
As it turned out it was a bit of a poor day, and everything was finished by about 5pm.
My at the time mate Arthur, owned a transit van, I asked to borrow it so I could go and fill a 5 gallon drum up with diesel. This would allow me to then return with the lorry to the fuel station and fill it up.
www.candyflosscrazy.com/blog/2021/01/03/exploding-fire-ex...