Friday 22 May 2009

halophila



Moving day saw only one significant delay, due to the apparent relative scarcity of bohemoth trucks not otherwise engaged in the service of fleets of shipping goods that used to be quaintly known as truck-farming and due in the main to the previous renter of the transporter H and I reserved re-fueling the vehicle with petrol rather than diesel (which cheerleading signage on the tank and dashboard and fuel pumps prescribes boldly). I told H that that sounds like something I would do in a burst of trying-to-be-helpful but he was not amused at the time--though I've always been curious as to what exactly happens to the engine when one does that. Is it like trying to use Tschibo coffee pods with a Nespresso machine? Is it like putting a salt-water fish in fresh water? Drinking salt water? It seems strange to me that automotive poison can be dispensed freely from the next or from the same rack of pumps, and at the same time, the constitution of a diesel engine is not so delicate that it cannot be coaxed into running off of grease and vegetable oil. Despite the late start, however, moving went well and connections are up and running.