About 25 years ago I was fitting out a new narrowboat shell and had got to the stage of putting down the floor timbers, after treating them with Cuprinol. This particular cold morning I set off early to drive in my pick-up truck from Derby to the Black Country, where my boat was being built. I put the 5 litre can of Cuprinol in the footwell and set off.
After about 5 miles I heard, over the clatter of the engine, a subdued 'Bonnnnggg'. 'What was that? Another imminent engine blow-up?' Then again I heard, 'Bonnnnggg'. I realised that the heater was blowing on the can of Cuprinol and it's contents were expanding. Feeling pleased that I had identified the sound and wouldn't have to stop and look under the bonnet, I drove on.
Around about Burton, I realised that my vision had gone blurred and my head was 'swimming'. I had a strange sense of unreality, as if I was watching myself on television. A slip road fortunately presented itself and I managed to get the truck parked up and myself out into the fresh air. My head cleared after a few minutes, the Cuprinol went into the load bed where it should have been in the first place and I drove on.
A close shave, I think!
Regards,
John.