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The Coffee Petrol Start
[Partner Content] 16 NOV 2016

I dislike traffic. In fairness though, I’m pretty sure that everyone dislikes traffic. Unless you are some sort of weird sadist who somehow derives pleasure from sitting in bumper to bumper traffic, which I guess then is fine too.

Anyway, I dislike traffic so much that I telecommute, meaning that I only need to fire my car up once a work week, heading out to the relatively lovely Westlake area of Cape Town for my weekly Monday morning meeting.

This of course then means that I get to endure the fun that is Monday morning traffic.

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So given all that, Monday mornings are therefore understandably a shock to the system – meaning of course that an early cup of coffee is then obviously in order.

However, it can’t be a leisurely stop to some place where a bearded guy with a twirly moustache in a plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves lovingly pours a coffee made from beans which he first gently fished out from a large Hessian sack.

No, it needs to be good coffee which is quickly retrieved, probably best if done during the other Monday routine that is the weekly petrol stop.

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So just as well then that while my car takes in its share of some damn fine petrol, I get to savour some of that particularly tasty brew that the esteemed Seattle Coffee Company whips up on a daily basis inside the FreshStop at my local Caltex in Strand (Greenways).

Convenience, good coffee and smart fuel. Seems a good way to start a day that you know is about to become a tad more frustrating the minute you turn on to that ‘beloved’ N2 highway of ours…

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Tip: Here’s a handy map to my local Caltex. It’s probably a good idea to find your own!

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Driving on Fumes, or rather, NOT Driving on Fumes! My Life 09 FEB 2012

Heh, had to happen eventually.

Chantelle has an annoying (well annoying to me) habit of driving her Hyundai Getz around until the petrol warning light comes on, before continuing to drive with that light shining brightly in front of her for a further couple of days, before only eventually deciding to stop in order to put some petrol in!

Needless to say, this makes me very nervous, particularly when you consider I hardly ever let my car’s petrol tank dip below a quarter full!

Anyway, she always admonishes me when I tell her to fill up, so I’ve long since given up lecturing her and rather just make alarmed noises whenever I climb into the car next to her and glance over at her fuel gauge.

So the other day I arrived home after a long day of work, and after Jessica had been put down for the night, we’re sitting in the lounge on the couch and enjoying a nice cup of coffee, when she bows her head and shamefully admits – yup, she finally went and ran out of petrol!*

Funnily enough, it happened just as she was on her way to fill up at her favourite Caltex petrol station (doesn’t it always), with the Getz coming to a spluttering standstill about a kilometre and a half away from the garage.

As it turns out, you can’t drive for three days on petrol fumes alone after all!

Stopped at the side of the road, she had to make the trek through to the garage on what was a very hot and sunny day, where luckily for her, she found one of her regulars at the guest house had just signed in for work (he is one of the managers there). She played the damsel in distress and twisted his arm to send one of his boys back with her, armed with enough fuel to just get her to the petrol station where she could then shamefully proceed to fill her tank up properly.

Absolutely classic! :)

Of course, she is now adamant that the only lesson she walks away with from this whole spectacle is the fact that instead of being able to drive for three days on petrol fumes, she now knows that she can only make two!

*sigh*

*Strictly speaking, she has run out of petrol once before, in Sanbel’s old Volkswagen Kombi whilst driving a group of tourists on a bit of a Cape Town tour. In her defence though, Kombis don’t come with petrol warning lights, meaning she was caught unaware! (We’ll ignore the fact that she left for a sight-seeing trip when the gauge was already well under quarter!)