I was just goin to the petrol station yesterday to fill up for the meet as I was running a bit low, and I took my mum with me so she could put it on her card in the fast-serve petrol thing (My window doesn't wind down at the moment, and it's kind of awkward to have to get out the car and run to the drive-through booth thing), so she filled it up and we were driving back, then going into my road an unpleasant sound and smoke pouring out the back, distinct loss of power and conking out a few hundred yards from my house! Pushed it the rest of the way home, checked the oil-level and all that jazz because I thought it impossible for my mother to be daft enough to fill it with Diesel, but after everything looked fine, had a whiff of the fuel tank and well, gave my mother one of 'those' kind of looks (Don't quote this and twist the semantics of this shifty!). So I'll be draining that tonight, and next time I'll have fixed the window, the speedo, a fuel tank of PETROL and will be at the meet
