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[Barry]

Ok………… *sigh* 

I drove to the dinner because we had Stan. 

Anyway, I pull up and another dubber was there saying “sh!t, I can smell petrol”
Me thinking, it couldn’t possibly be me, the van is running perfect. 
Anyway, it was me. 

Big shout to a great dubber Oldman for helping me. 
I’m under the van asking Mark to start it and I get a mouthful. 
“There’s the leak”
The return line had come out. 

This story goes on for ever. 
But the line gets put back and all is good. 

   

   

Until……. I try to drive away

I lost so much fuel I ran out 100m away. 

Terry, Wombat Adventures, (my new knight in shining armour) is walking by says “I’ll get my type3 and we will get some fuel”
So we do that and after an hr of trying to crank it and 432 phone calls to Terry from someone saying “where the duck are you” I said “duck off - I’ll call RAA” 

By this time it’s midnight. 

They turn up in 10 minutes, and I explain it just won’t start, so I go to show them. 
BANG…… first turn. Starts. 

That said, the next day we went feral driving to Rufus. 
200 km of the most feral road I have been on and would have been a pisser if it happened there.