Days are always an adventure. Especially when you LEAST expect it. What appeared to be just another regular day, turned out to be one with a tinge of sweat, mixed with slight feeling of stupidity and embarrassment. Heh.
In desperate times like this, it’s comforting to have
extra hands to assist! Thanks SJ + Jase! You guys rock!
Happened on the day of my colleague’s wedding. We all congregated at our office so that we could convoy to the wedding venue. Despite showing a clear ‘E’ for empty on the fuel gauge, I decided to drive to the office first, since mileage showed 380kms. In general, with mixed city spirited driving, my SR3 gives me around 400kms per 40litres. Being confident that I’d be able to refuel later, I left my engine on as I waited for the rest to arrive.
Minutes later, the car just hiccuped and died, must to my horror of course. Thankfully, SJ, my colleague was there to give me a lift to a petrol station nearby. A helpful Bangladeshi worker loaned me an empty 4-litre engine oil container which I promptly filled and returned to my poor thirsty car.
How’s that for teamwork?
Jase was there to assist with the self-made siphon, while I poured in the ‘emergency’ fuel. SJ helped keep the safety fuel latch open.
Surprises like this keep life interesting don’t they?