So my brother is on holiday in California, and I will have to pick him up from the airport in Napier (New Zealand) when he returns. Since he forgot to put petrol in his Toyota Highlander I had to fill it up today. The fuel gauge was showing just above empty, but it's a gas car so range anxiety isn't an issue (or is it?). Fortunately he did leave the owners manual in the glove box so I was able to read up on how to open the fuel hatch and what type of fuel to use.
It's been so long since I had a gas car that I was feeling quite anxious. I drive to the gas station and first off there's a road cone in front of the pump I want to use. Why? Never mind, just back out and move to another bay. So I get out of the car and try to find the lever that operates the hatch - it's hiding under the floor mat! Next problem - the pump has no instructions. There's a display and a keypad with some numbers, but I don't know what they mean. I ask another motorist and he isn't sure either!
I push some numbers and it turns out they are the price in dollars - just what I want. $40 and we're good to go - almost. I had parked as far forward as possible, but the fuel hose still doesn't reach. I try pulling it out really hard and yes! it gets a little longer. Pull it a bit more and some petrol spills out on the ground. Hoping nobody notices and goes full hazmat on me I quickly shove the nozzle in the tank and... it doesn't go in all the way. Oh well, I guess that's far enough. I'm not game to operate the trigger hold so I just hold it in and watch the display (which I can barely see at this angle) until it stops changing.
Finally I hang up the hose, make sure the vehicle is locked and go into the store to pay, getting a pie for lunch while I'm there. There's only a short queue today so 5 minutes later I'm out again and on my way home. The whole process took about half an hour, for ~100 miles of range. Luckily it wasn't raining at that exact time, and I am getting over a cold so was spared the horrible smell of petrol. But still, it would have been
so much easier if I could have just plugged it in at home!
Then I got anxious again. What if I had put 96 octane in it, or even worse - diesel? My brother would kill me! I checked the receipt and it was 91 octane. Whew! I am so over gas cars.
