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Unleaded fuel in my diesel car...

My Easter long weekend got of to a disastrous start.

English: Ten-bay gas bar on interstate highway...
English: Ten-bay gas bar on interstate highway in northeastern United States. The pumps are full as Easter weekend travelers fuel up on their way home. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
As is my normal behavior, I checked my fuel gauge on Thursday morning, as I headed in to the office. My reserve light was on, but the car's trip computer showed I could still to 160 km on what was in the tank. I decided, that since it's the day before the Easter weekend, I could end up in heavy traffic and then my car consumes fuel at an alarming rate. So I pulled in to the filling station on my way to work.


As I've done, every ten days for the past six and a half years, I asked for them to fill up with diesel. Being the optimizer I am, I put my card in my pocket and as the petrol pump attendant went through his spiel about checking water and oil, I took it out of the shirt pocket. I then realized I took the credit card and not the garage card. So out of the car I get to swap the card with the one in the wallet that has been in the boot of the car.


When I got back in my car I started watching the streams of humanity in the fore court. My eye caught the attendant with the pipe in the gas tank and I happened to notice the green plastics wrapped around the pipe leading to the nozzle. I took a look over my shoulder at the pump and there, in it's place, hung the yellow coded nozzle for diesel.


The short of it. On the Thursday, before Easter, I got my car serviced with unleaded petrol. The long and short of this, was that my car got towed into the Volvo dealership and spent the whole Easter weekend there. Total damage R950, for the twelve kilometer tow in. R 4,505 for the repairs.

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