Gas, to a Brit

Usage examples of petrol.

Boaz-Jachin saw his face still crying under the old black brimless hat that was not a skullcap and not a fez as the lorry, trailing its aroma of petrol, oranges, and orange-crate wood, pulled out into the road and away.

A couple of groundcrew men lugged jerricans of petrol toward the airplane, squelching through mud that was still pretty thick.

Finlay Swithers stood there, a petrol can beside him, trying to beat off Lugs, who had sunk his teeth into his leg.

The petrol-soaked bales of straw had to be photographed and taken away for evidence, along with the can of petrol Hamish had found Swithers with and the empty cans of petrol that were found in his truck outside.

The petrol he carried, used economically, might keep the Tourer in the air for twenty minutes, not more.

He had already throttled back as far as he dared, to conserve his fast-diminishing supply of petrol, but he was still some distance away when, after the usual warning from the engines, it gave out, and he was compelled to put the Tourer into a glide.

There was nothing there but a weather-beaten, gunwale-splintered launch, with, amidships, an unboxed petrol engine that seemed to be a solid block of rust.

June, 1963, when he was driving back to the embassy after buying himself half a dozen new sports shirts from his Chinese tailor in Cholon, a Buddhist monk had walked across the road in front of him in just the same way, swinging a petrol can.

The Doos are fitted with supplementary petrol tanks to give each machine fuel for roughly thirty hours.

Preventing petrol being poured through our letter box was just an example of his farsightedness, not a reaction to a specific threat or fear.

Renault and that Harris Clough had been driving a petrol blue Renault.

While the lights of Le Havre petrol refinery still winked on our right the waves were already coming off the Channel in twenty-foot-high walls of black water, shattering on the bow and wheelhouse and bouncing our small craft helplessly from crest to trough.

We filled up with petrol at a place in Kincardine, and had an enormous breakfast at the local hotel.

For a moment nothing was to be seen but tumbled water, and then there came belching up from below, with immense gulping noises, eructations of steam and air and petrol and fragments of canvas and woodwork and men.

Bottles were filled with petrol, bricks were stockpiled, and stashes of both carried up to rooftops and upstairs rooms with windows overlooking the square.