Went to fill up in Cornwall which is 120 km one way from Montreal.
I always fill up when my tank is really empty so I pass the exit in order to get more distance out of this tank.
I come back, ready to exit, but it was closed: an accident involving multiple cars (including a Porsche GT2).
So I go to the next exit and try to come by the back roads to go to my favourite station (which dispenses one of the best diesel in Canada).
Police blocks the avenue leading to the station and "can't go can't pass type" of thing.
I park in the lot of the Toyota dealership and wait an hour.
Police is still there and nothing changed.
So I remember there's a truck stop 2 exits away.
I go there.
It's a full service (man I hate full serve) and I'm in between 2 rigs.
The 10 wheeler's driver behind me seems impatient and the attendant tells me that I better not look at the guy in the rig because "he's bigger than me" (talking about the size of my baby and the 10 wheeler
)
I reply to the attendent:"If I climb in that rig, we'll see who's bigger."
I cannot be outside of my own **** car, so I sit and wait till the gun clicks (it was raining that day).
When the gun clicks, I get the rear passenger window down and tell the guy to press the little button and put 25 litres more.
He's able to put 92 litres in.
I park on the side of the booth and check what the guy did (he was seeing me open the fuel door).
He spilled diesel all over the side of the car!!!
To boot the tank wasn't even full.
I go pay and my credit card is refused...
I pay with another credit card...
<_<
I get to the local Flying J (near Montreal) and fill the car up properly.
Get back on the highway and hear this loud whining...
The right rear wheel bearing thought it was a good time take some vacation...
I drive to our weekly get together 35 km away.
The bearing melted on the spindle...
Got it fixed with another diesel head (we are very supportive of each other
).
Worst day of my life... :unsure: