What a great thread. Pity I won't be posting any stories here as I never get into trouble, never see any either and recovered very early from the bug that would have seen me become an Electrical Engineer.
Around 40 years ago a few of us went on a trip to Mitchell’s Station ( I went back a month ago, it’s called Mitchell’s Flat now ). Nice spot. Interesting drive in. The cars were an FJ 40, a G60 Patrol LWB with a Holden 308 in it with the original Nissan 3 speed, and a Series IIA 88. Bloke who owned that was the only bloke who could actually drive it, as the steering relay was nearly seized, and he was a Maori blacksmith, if you get my drift. Now, the drive out, going kinda North, is also interesting, because it’s bloody steep. And rough. You cross the creek then it’s basically straight up. For miles. So, Nissan in the lead, Tojo second and Series as tail end Charlie. After about 150 metres, what do you know, the Landy broke an axle. No way it was going to make the climb like that. So, hook the Tojo up. Nope, wouldn’t pull it. Ok. Let’s hook all three together. That worked, although I reckon we lengthened the Toyota.
Anyway, we churned, slowly, up the hill for a bit until we came to a bit where it widened and people could get past, and pulled up to give the cars a blow. We all stood in front of the patrol for a fag ( 40 years ago, remember ). A bloke and his Mrs came up behind us in one of those Daihatsu f55 forbies. He snuck past us on the left, but instead of just easing back on to the track he turned sharply. The little thing just tipped. The four of us caught it. The look on his face remains with me. His Mrs, who was not, err, a small lass, bailed, which didn’t help as she was ballast on the other side of the car.
Dunno, but I reckon if it wasn’t for the aforementioned blacksmith we may well still be there. Still, nobody got hurt, no damage was done, we got him pointed back up the hill and went on our way. Except that up at the slate mine I had to take the bit of broken axle out ( ex RAEME LR mech, so nobody else was going to do it). We then had to get the thing down the other side, which is also bloody steep so it was still hooked up, only between the other two cos we all know what Series brakes are like. Took it all the way to Mansfield. He took off in front wheel drive and got as far as Bonnie Doon when a free wheel hub broke.So, he did about 75% of the trip being towed…. He bought a Patrol when he got home.
That trip is why I went back there last month. I have always wanted to, but Jan didn’t do steep.
JayTee
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1994 D1 300TDi Manual: Dave
1980 SIII Petrol Tray: Doris
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What a great thread. Pity I won't be posting any stories here as I never get into trouble, never see any either and recovered very early from the bug that would have seen me become an Electrical Engineer.
Cheers, Billy.
Keeping it simple is complicated.
SWMBO & I were driving from Cairns to Doomadgee, all the way we had been playing tag with one of those hire Merc vans turned into a camper.
About 50k East of Nomanton we came across them with a flat rear left & as I slowed I noticed the bloke was trying to get the jack under the van but really struggling. I said to SWMBO we better give them a hand as he didn't seem to know what he was doing.
Turned out they were a young Dutch couple with virtually no English. He was tall & bearded, she was tall & gorgeous in the tiniest shorts I think i have ever seen.
Anyway, after a dirty look from SWMBO I turned my mind to changing the tyre, the road had a very steep drop on the left, not much room to work & my Dutch mate didn't have a clue. I'm under the van locating the jack when the young Dutch lass decides to stumble over the jack handle & go sliding down the road embankment taking a heap of bark of those long, lovely legs.
After helping her back up the embankment SWMBO got our first aid kit, water & a rug & starts cleaning up her legs while I went back to changing the tye, I did suggest to SWMBO we swap jobs but was ignored.
We both finished our allotted duties around the same time & I must say I did the better job. The tyre looked great, young ladies legs not so much, SWMBO is a bit of a rough bush nurse it seems.
Bloke tried to offer me money which amused me, I, after much waving of hands & arms, got them to follow me & directed them to the hospital in Normanton.
SWMBO went on about me being a "Pervert" all the remaining 200k home. My explanation that being at ground level while changing the tyre hardly left me any options did not cut the mustard?
Jonesfam
I'd unloaded in Townsville and needed to be back in Brisbane as soon as possible, so was returning empty. I'd run out of driving hours, but was not the slightest bit tired. I decided to get a start on the southward journey and pull up when I felt I could get to sleep. I would do some creative accounting the following day.
I was driving a truck with no speed limiter, so had to be careful not to attract unwanted attention. I settled into a leisurely 100 kay pace, behind a charter coach. After a few miles of following the charabang, he offered to back off, to let me round. I declined, explaining that I'd deployed the Denning speed limiter. A conversation ensued and I learned that he had forty scool aged girls and five coaches, on their way to Hervey Bay for a netball carnival.
Before departure the driver (Jim I think), had checked the conveyance over, to make sure it was trip ready; he'd overlooked the loo. Cast your mind back to the passengers, there was no dunny roll!
I always keep bum fodder, in my truck, in case of emergency. I offered this to support the cause, if Jim could find somewhere we could both pull over. The transfer of treasure was completed with military precision and we continued the journey. Then the UHF lit up with a female choir, forty-five strong, reciting "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow".
If you don't like trucks, stop buying stuff.
When I drove coaches the loo was the bane of my existence.
JayTee
Nullus Anxietus
Cancer is gender blind.
2000 D2 TD5 Auto: Tins
1994 D1 300TDi Manual: Dave
1980 SIII Petrol Tray: Doris
OKApotamus #74
Nanocom, D2 TD5 only.
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						Everyone has a different idea of what is essential when planning and packing for a trip. Mid eighties was on the Telegraph track and came across a stranded Daihatsu 4x4. Seems the rear diff had decided it had had enough and so they were not going anywhere in a hurry. Talking to the occupants they had planned the trip for 2 years and the navigator had a very detailed schedule and maps to go with it. One of the comments was that as part of the planning they had been able to keep the load to a minimum to keep the weight down. Which comes back to everyone’s idea of essential differing. On top of the vehicle was a golf trolley and clubs. Seems one of the must do events on the trip was to play the Weipa golf course
A bit off topic, but this reminds me - in 1964 I was living in a caravan park in Roma. Across the road was a service station/roadhouse that served a good cheap breakfast, so that was where I was usually to be found at breakfast time.
One morning a FIAT 600 (might have been a Multipla) rolled in to refuel. It appeared to have on board mum, dad, a couple of kids, and most of their worldly possessions. And was topped by a roofrack whose main load was a large plywood dog kennel - with a large dog in it!
John
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