İstanbul to Şile

I had found a scorpion in the bathroom this morning ...an OMEN you may think....it was covered up with a box until I finished the shower and then I found a safe place to put it...........
I had a late start which was not normal for me when I hit the road. I had to pick up the car from the underground car park, except that it had to be moved a few days earlier and had been sitting outside in the baking sun. I had put the cover over it to give it some protection, but after I had my breakfast and went to collect the MG for the day driving, found the car to be red hot still.
I carefully negotiated my way out of the big busy city and on to the highway...the sort of driving that tests your skills I can tell you, and your patience. I had only just gone up a steep ramp when the car spluttered to a halt. I had heard the petrol pump continually clicking and knew that wasn't normal...the float chamber should stop the fuel when it has been charged....
I was on the hard shoulder(if you could call it that) and lorries and cars were wizzing past me....I opened the boot where the petrol pump lives and examined the situation...there was a breakdown truck nearby too which I thought would be lucky if I couldnt get it started....I tapped at the pump to maybe loosen the diaphragm and wondered that in the heat the pump had got some sort of vapour lock...a condition that can occur when the pump has only the gas of the petrol and therefore has nothing to pump...but on closer inspection of the filter I noticed that there was rust in the fuel or at least some dirt...eventually I tied a wet rag around the pump to cool it down and knocked the rust free. The car started up...but only for another 15 miles when the same happened again....again I cooled off the pump and tapped the rust free..this happened 4 more times, each time I was very exposed on the crazy highway. Eventually I rolled into town and found the 1st campsite set up my tent and decided to take a closer look at the situation in the morning....it was late now and I had taken 3 and half hours to travel 70km to the black sea.....I was hungry, thirsty and covered in petrol that I had spilt trying to negotiate topping up the tank from my jerry can on the side of the road to disturb any rust that maybe sitting at the bottom of the tank....
I cleaned up and got the stove started made some curry while a crowd gathered around me at the campsite curious as to what I was doing....I think I looked like desperate Dan to them. It's fair to say I was at that point, a long way from anywhere with a mechanical problem.
But the curry tasted good.....secret ingredient 95 octane....