A cough, a splutter, and soon after we’re sitting on the roadside. It could happen anywhere, so why not with the beautiful views along the Lismore – Kyogle road.
Turns out there was no breakdown. No angry alternator, fiddly fuel line. Not even close.
The owner found the abandoned Cruiser, given instructions texted to them from upon high (I had to go for a little walk). With the (dry) reserve tank disengaged, the car was driven home to safety.