It was 36 degrees. I was most pleased that the president of Porsch car club Australia was very late and was locked out of ground for some hours. The attendant was most impressed by the SP and directed me to park in the best most visible spot on angle on small hillock in field. Huge interest with lotsa WTF's. I got tired of lifting bonnet so went into angry old white man stance a few times. Car won best in show. Stiff competition from Austin Healys. A "recently arrived" woman in turban actually used a gloriously painted 3000 bonnet to change her baby. He came back and exploded. Great theatre.
Anyway it was dark when I pulled into BP station and pulled up at 98 pump. Put in 36 ltres and drove off. Got to my cabin when a bang and a rattle sounded plus huge clouds of white smoke. Next morning 3 mech engineers plus roadside assistance gathered around and no one knew what it was, offering much advice. Old feral stumbled out of bush and says "jeeze, that f^%$g Diesel stinks. Yes I had filled her up with PREMIUM diesel. But all the signs were there according to my boy racer mechanic later. Car went back 300kil on tow truck. In my defence,sir, it was dark and both pumps had ULTIMATE printed on same background with a small black sign saying diesel. Went by garage in morning and complained that in bad light it was easy to make an error, bored pimply kid said "yeah, we get a lot of that stuff wiv old cars. Do you want to buy somefing"?This,then, was my punishment for not knowing my place earlier. Kenny38
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