petrol

A lesson to remember - Jo's Story

petrol

I delivered premature twins on 21 March 1987. When it was finally time to take the girls home, Dad, who had been flat chat rehearsing a play at the time, came to pick us up. On our return to St Kilda along Punt Road in peak hour traffic we ran out of petrol. We were able to turn off onto a side street where we parked outside the house of a very generous Greek family who invited us in and cared for us until petrol was bought for the car. Needless to say, as time was moving on, and as the girls were to be fed by a bottle which was waiting for them at home with my mum, I began  to panic. But we did finally make it home to St Kilda, from East Melbourne, where Mum was waiting with bottles in hand. For a first time mum it was a bit stressful but thank god we both have a sense of humor which got us through on the day!

Lesson to remember: never ever drive without checking petrol levels! Has never happened again in our life!

Flashy boyfriend, fast car, going nowhere - Caroline's Story

petrol gauge

It was the early 1960s on a nice summer day when my somewhat flashy boyfriend picked me up from work in his brand new shiny MG sports car. Puffed up and pleased with himself he'd lowered the roof and we made quite a spectacle cruising through the city.

Then we came to Punt Road bridge and were almost over it when the engine stopped and refused to restart. In peak hour traffic with horns blasting and other drivers yelling he sat in the car refusing to get out and push. He kept repeating over and over, 'This just doesn't happen to a brand new car!'

Finally he was persuaded and I moved to the driver's seat and steered while he pushed the car off the bridge and around to the left. Once safely on the grass verge beside the river I looked at the fuel gage – empty.

Turned out the tank had not been completely filled before he took delivery of the vehicle earlier that afternoon. We were simply out of petrol.