Confession.....................................

I am making this post under duress, but as you all know, I am a firm believer that every doggie has his day. That means that anyone who puts me under duress to make a confession that I am reluctant to make will eventually pay the price. Are you listening Maureen?? Hmmmmm?
I ran out of fuel about 140 kms out of Barkley Homestead. Yep, you read it (it's not a typo) I ran out of fuel. There, I've said it, but it doesn't feel any better - yet.
We refuelled in Winton (filled it up) and drove 759 kms to where it quit! Yep, 759 kms from 264 litres of fuel. Would you believe it? Well, I didn't - at first. But the answer was inevitably the same, no matter how I looked at it - until today.
Filling up with fuel generally means filling until the pump shuts off then rounding up the litres or money and that's it. Not with a 171 litre auxilliary fuel tank it's not!
I ran Max over the pit when Bob's Disco vacated it and inspected the tank installation. The filling connection to the auxilliary 171 litre tank joins the main filler line as a RIGHT ANGLE fitting. This means that the bulk of the fuel goes straight into the main tank and when that's full, starts filling the auxilliary tank, through the right angle fitting. Any foaming of the fuel or fast filling means that the filler shuts off the pump very quickly, as the fuel has to negotiate the right angle fitting to get to the auxilliary tank. The auxilliary tank is higher than the main tank and takes some time to fill (larger too) because it has a greater "head".
So, that explains the mystery of the missing fuel, but it doesn't go even close to explaining the embarassment. And, when the time comes - and it will come - those of the female persuasion who rabbitted on about admitting (don't I always admit to my - few - shortcomings?) to my fuel error are GUNNA PAY - BIG TIME!!!!
I feel better now.
Bye for now.
JB