It’s been a rough month. Whiny details will be spared, but the lowest point was having one of our trucks stolen from the storage lot in East Austin, the first truck that my friend Farmer Mike and I converted to run on waste vegetable oil two years ago. APD came to file the report the morning we discovered our still locked gate removed from it’s hinges and a little pile of broken glass where the truck was parked the night before, and to assure me that “they’d catch the bad guys.”
So after 3 weeks, when I had given up on recovering the veggie truck, I get a call. “Mr. Walther, this is Detective Price with the Austin Police Department, just calling to let you know we’ve recovered your truck. It’s at an auto body shop east of San Marcos, sounds to be in pretty good shape. It was towing a stolen trailer and stolen bobcat, abandoned near a road and stashed under some brush.”
What?! I figured it was in 5,000 pieces by now, or in Mexico smuggling guns or drugs or people. I didn’t expect it to be 30 miles away, still in one piece, and almost driveable. What happened?
The short answer is that the waste veggie oil system saved the truck. From what we can tell, the thieves accidentally flipped the switch next to the steering wheel that night, drawing waste veggie oil from the auxiliary fuel tank in the bed of the truck, instead of diesel from the main fuel tank. As far as they knew, the fuel gauge on the dash was the gauge for the tank they were using.
So when the truck started sputtering outside of San Marcos and the dash fuel gauge still read “full”, they had no idea what was going on. The truck eventually dies from lack of fuel, and they crank and crank and crank on the ignition in vain to get it restarted, draining the batteries, and eventually, realize they’re stuck. All they had to do was flip a switch, and they could have made it 200 miles into Mexico before needing to stop to refuel.
Instead, they ditch the truck, trailer, and Austin Habitat For Humanity’s stolen bobcat, and a sheriff’s deputy eventually comes along and runs the plates to realize that something’s not right. A couple of tow truck trips, two new windows, 37 phone calls, two new steering wheel locks, one recharge on the batteries, two new gate padlocks, one new security light, and one new steering column later, we have the truck back, good as new!


























