A quick recap .....
Quote:
Originally Posted by Robin
You kept that quiet.
You should have given me a call - I'd have put my "never go into Dover" rule to one side and come and video'd the piss taking.
Would've made the other Olympic photo I'm storing for blackmail purposes seem quite tame....
It was one of those moments when your heart misses a beat and the world stands still.
I stared at the fuel nozzle that I'd just put back in it's housing in disbelief. I still had my hands on it, and it was black. I was willing it, no, begging it to turn green but it stood firm with its menacing sneer. I slowly mutterd to myself 'you complete and utter cnut' and saw the next hour or two of my life flash before me in a few seconds.
Two of my colleagues were at the tills paying, as they came out I called them over 'blokes .... blokes ... I can't believe what I've just done .... I've filled my bike up with diesel....
The bastards promptly pissed themselves laughing and were absolutely no help what so ever!!. I had to suffer the indignation of calling up on the radio, announcing to the whole escort team that I was temporarily out of play because ... errrrr ...... well ...... errrr ...... ummmmm .... yes ... I'd .... errr ... put diesel in my bike.
I paid for the fuel cringing as the cashier girl cheerily confirmed (in her blissful ignorance) '15 litres of diesel love ?' praying that nobody in the queue behind would hear or cotton on.
Oh joy of joys, if there's a joke, pun, innuendo to be had, I suffered every single one of them! The bike was recovered (didn't start it obviously) and I jumped on a spare before the time adjustment stop was even over.
£40 bill at the bar in Manston barracks that night !
A few days later I went to workshops to pick the bike up. I was met with rapturous applause from all the mechanics and my bike stood alone in the corner - adorned with lit fairy lights, and covered in pictures of diesel / unleaded fuel pumps.
So far I've peeled off about nine 'unleaded' crescent stickers that I've found secreted onto the bike - and when I lift the single seat hump where the radio is stored (and I keep my water proofs) I'm greeted by the automated 'Warning diesel... Warning diesel' ... motion sensor voice as a permanent reminder. (until I find the fecking thing and rip its heart out ... ).
Ahhhhhhh happy days ....