traitor....I walked passed my d1 & d2 & drove my 90 to work
traitor....
One of joys of having a 2" lift and 265 tyres is there's plenty of room underneath
Was it that bad an experience?cleaned it out, swapped number plates and sold it!! Amen!
Weirdly I can trust my manual right below the red line where no gauge needle should ever go, I remember getting stuck in England (I live in South Wales), forgot my wallet, scraped up enough change to get over the bridge, but it was already below the red at that point, but it made it another 20 miles home... somehow. Whereas my auto... only gotta touch the red and it could run out any secondPut too much faith in the fool gauge and almost ran out...
I knew I needed some doozil on the drive back home after work, but didn't have my wallet, so drove past the fool station to home to get my wallet, but when I came back out of the house, the Disco just wouldn't start... not even as much as click on the starter (all the dash lights worked as expected). Anyway, after a few selective words, she finally started and I managed to get it to the garage, probably on fumes.
Note to self, fill up as soon as the fool warning light comes on, and always carry your wallet.
Next time listen for a click to see if the solenoid is trying to work ?The engine didn't even turn over, which makes me think the problem wasn't fuel related after all.
Well if I didn't have to sell body parts to fill the discos tank I sure would keep it fullI don't really trust the "fool" gauge, but I only ever put about half a tank of diesel in the Disco ....... the top half!
Tales such as @Jamiegreen's about heading for home reminds me of many moons ago I had been visiting in Hereford one Christmas time. Heading home in my Moggie 1000 van on Christmas morning I was aware that the gauge was already showing empty when I left Hereford. Using a very light right foot and coasting down hills, I managed to make it to Monmouth. Remembering what my father had always told me, "If you're in trouble, ask a policeman", that's what I did. I knocked on the door of the local copper and he kindly sold me a gallon of petrol, enough to get me out of trouble. I reckon I must have got close to 50 mpg that day.
Well if I didn't have to sell body parts to fill the discos tank I sure would keep it full
Bloody hell. knock on a coppers door now asking for fuel, would probably get ANPR checked, breathalyzed and drug tested, well unless your an oldie like you are by the sounds of things
That google search just made me wonder how many drugs were being consumed back then, although LSD sounds a lot better than the sh*t nowerdays, and don't ask me how I know either Probably wouldn't need ANPR back then, bet insurance was a few quid and did tax even existConsidering that I crashed and wrote off my Moggie van back in the late 1960s, and so before that, in the mid-60's, the old bill had never even heard of ANPR, they still used whistles and public telephones, the breathalyser was a plastic bag (don't ask how I know) and I hadn't even started living in London. Talk about "sex an' drugs an' rock'n' roll", I do remember going to a "Blind Faith" concert in Hyde Park, and maybe a bit of rumpy-pumpy, but that's all I'm prepared to say. I'll let you google Blind Faith, but "I was there".
Yeah, I'm what you young whipper-snappers would call a oldie. London at the end of the 60's was a great place to be a 22 year old!
Oh, once you've made the initial investment, it costs no more to put diesel in the top half of the tank than it does to put it in the bottom half.