A word about fuel

On the way north from Savannah we stopped to reload the veg tank. We also decided it was time to get more diesel, as we were down to a bit less than 1/2 tank after leaving Cambridge. After all, it had been almost 2700 miles already. Also, inspired by Quon, we checked the oil.

The next morning, when we were getting ready to leave the hotel in Pawley's Island, we spotted a considerable puddle of something under the rear of the car. I cou;dn't quite make out what it was, but we made a quick stop at a local repair shop, and the guy told us it was diesel. At this point the tank was still full, so we planned to spend the better part of the day running diesel to empty it some, in hopes that it was pssobly an overfill vent or something. This turned out not to be th case, as the nearly empty tank is still leaking in my driveway. Kent and I will get under the car later today (before I wash my mechanics outfit).

Before getting on the ferry to Ocracoke later in the day I tried putting it up on ramps under a handy shade tree, but the leak was well out of sight. Our biggest concern was getting found out before getting on the ferry...


We were starting to feel like a private rolling toxic waste dump. But then again, the warning posted on the boat said nothing about diesel fuel, and didn't seem to imply veggie oil, so away we went.