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The storm clouds were gathering as we headed into central Europe. As we followed the winding Julius Valley beside the White Main river out of Germany and into our third country, we prioritised fuel for Rosemary Ford. The scores on the doors were impressive: one tank of diesel from Selby to the Czech Republic. At an Ono petrol station, it was o-no. First, we went into the lorry lane and the nozzle didn’t fit; then the proper pump was fitful at best. Jim - who, let’s be honest,