I DON'T BELIEVE I DID THAT... A few years ago early on a warm summers Sunday morning Jean and I set out for a day's marshalling at Snetterton. We pulled in to our usual filling station. Closed. Went to the local Shell station whipped off the tank bag and I filled the tank, looked at the pump, yes you have guessed it, I quietly said to Jean "We won't be going marshalling today" Response "what?" Slightly louder "we won't be marshalling today" Response "why not? " â€œI HAVE JUST FILLED THE BIKE WITH DIESEL" response a rather blank look, "it won't bl--dy run on the stuff" Now a fully loaded Suzuki GSX 750F is not light and it is a mile from the filling station to home a short way downhill the rest flat at best by the time we got home I was pretty knackered I seem to remember a suggestion that we could go in the car my response I believe was unrepeatable. The morning was spent draining off fuel, removing and cleaning fuel tank etc, obviously whilst somewhat embarrassing after a while we could really see the funny side of it all and I am reminded of it at times by various "friends". I will say this though whenever I fill up either the bike or the car the first thing I do is to double check that I am putting the correct fuel in.
The SAM Observer August 2013
The August 2013 edition of "The SAM Observer"