Going off on a tangent, as I do, I spotted a van just around the corner parked by the new housing estate and the company was called "The Bonny Tiler". :smilewinkgrin:
theres a little story to tell about my trip to Glasgow actually...and it goes like this:
there i was gunnin it up the M6...i was well into scotland....
when all of a sudden the van starts to die.....the yellow fuel light was on....but i thought it will do until the next service station...yes?
Er, NO!!
it was actually dry..
so gets out on the hard shoulder and contemplates the long walk ahead....can in hand...
not got 50 yards from the van when a truck driver (who had obviously seen the diesel can in hand) pulls over to offer me a lift to the next service station (which happened to be about 15 miles up the road)...got me there where i filled up said fuel can....then he had a word with other truck drivers going the other way (south)...to see if any of them would drop me back at my van....
A guy from Telford said he would so in i gets....
anyway...back at the van...tops the fuel in...and starts crankin....
would it start...hmm...
WOULD IT CHUFF!!!
so..crankin it to try to get the fuel to draw through....coulombs please....
i could hear the battery dyin...
so what next?
OK...its not....toooo busy a road so gave it a shove down hill on the hard shoulder....whacked it in reverse...and after the second attempt it decided it wanted to go....
Up to the service station to get some more fuel in it....then up to Glasgow......
but the fuel gauge told me lies....its still telling lies now so i`ll have to watch that one....