Mum arrived.
Followed shortly by the fire brigade
and the NRMA man.
I kid you not..
What? Why?
Well if I can remember Mum's version of the story clear enough...
some where round Bargo/Picton Mum heard a funny noise in the car.
When she got on/off the M4 and stopped at traffic lights she could smell something. Oil, she thought.
She rang Dad and arrived here at my place.
I came out to have a look.
Err, Mum, that's not oil.
Under the back end of her car there appeared a fountain of liquid.
It smelt like diesel (that would be because the Land Rover is a diesel).
hmmm..
She turned the car around down my street to be able to park it car safely in case it didn't start again. (That's another story about the electronics in this car, they don't seem to like Sydney)
There were then big streaks of diesel all down and up my street.
We unpacked, careful of the diesel all over the back of the car.
She rang the RACV/NRMA (to make a long story longer.... she'd changed the Land Rover over on their membership in February but RACV had no record of this, thankfully they did change it then and there for her) and the NRMA told her to call the Fire Brigade. Which she did, letting them know it wasn't an emergency but what was happening.
They said it was a good idea to call and would come out to just check.
So they turned up, lights going and by the time I got out the door with Buddy (Mum was on the phone doing the NRMA stuff) the neighbours were all out having a look. (Sunday night on the long weekend the street was full of cars too)
The fire brigade were really nice and said it was the right thing to do to call, and they were grateful that she waited until the Grand final was over till she called.
They covered the spill on the road with their absorbent and put a big pile of it under Mum's car.
(You can see that in the second photo.)
The firemen also let Bill (the 6 year old from across the road) and Georgie hold the little fire hose and squirt it at our front lawn. Georgie turned the hose on and off herself... no mean feat with the big pull handle.
The firies also got under the car to look and reckon it's a fuel line that's not completely connected.
As they were leaving they turned the lights and sirens on for the kids, all very exciting.
The NRMA man arrived some time later, took a look around (not under the car) and told Mum the fuel tank is cracked. They also wouldn't tow it as the tank still has fuel in it, even though it is diesel.
So that leaves us trying to get hold of a mobile mechanic tomorrow to drain the tank to fix it then and there or get it towed to the Land Rover place to get it repaired.
We'll let you know. :o)
Followed shortly by the fire brigade
and the NRMA man.
I kid you not..
What? Why?
Well if I can remember Mum's version of the story clear enough...
some where round Bargo/Picton Mum heard a funny noise in the car.
When she got on/off the M4 and stopped at traffic lights she could smell something. Oil, she thought.
She rang Dad and arrived here at my place.
I came out to have a look.
Err, Mum, that's not oil.
Under the back end of her car there appeared a fountain of liquid.
It smelt like diesel (that would be because the Land Rover is a diesel).
hmmm..
She turned the car around down my street to be able to park it car safely in case it didn't start again. (That's another story about the electronics in this car, they don't seem to like Sydney)
There were then big streaks of diesel all down and up my street.
We unpacked, careful of the diesel all over the back of the car.
She rang the RACV/NRMA (to make a long story longer.... she'd changed the Land Rover over on their membership in February but RACV had no record of this, thankfully they did change it then and there for her) and the NRMA told her to call the Fire Brigade. Which she did, letting them know it wasn't an emergency but what was happening.
They said it was a good idea to call and would come out to just check.
So they turned up, lights going and by the time I got out the door with Buddy (Mum was on the phone doing the NRMA stuff) the neighbours were all out having a look. (Sunday night on the long weekend the street was full of cars too)
The fire brigade were really nice and said it was the right thing to do to call, and they were grateful that she waited until the Grand final was over till she called.
They covered the spill on the road with their absorbent and put a big pile of it under Mum's car.
(You can see that in the second photo.)
The firemen also let Bill (the 6 year old from across the road) and Georgie hold the little fire hose and squirt it at our front lawn. Georgie turned the hose on and off herself... no mean feat with the big pull handle.
The firies also got under the car to look and reckon it's a fuel line that's not completely connected.
As they were leaving they turned the lights and sirens on for the kids, all very exciting.
The NRMA man arrived some time later, took a look around (not under the car) and told Mum the fuel tank is cracked. They also wouldn't tow it as the tank still has fuel in it, even though it is diesel.
So that leaves us trying to get hold of a mobile mechanic tomorrow to drain the tank to fix it then and there or get it towed to the Land Rover place to get it repaired.
We'll let you know. :o)
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