russ
22-10-2005, 07:11 PM
Geez......don't know where to start..........
Hit the road, loaded to the eyeballs, carrying everything known to man, with the just incase factor playin a big part here.......spare this, spare that.......bloody everything onboard
Eagerly pull up at Renner Springs [ you know why.........the godess] bugger.......she's no longer there, shower and a good feed, a few RUMS, then a couple more for the road......uno
Was carrying about 250 litres diesel fuel in drums etc as the going rate is abowt $1.70 ish per litre and higher, even up to $1.93 on the road........me being a good money manager and all that crap
Cross the border into HELL.........that's queensland. Now keeping the eyes wide open for them bloody cops
Sure enough within an hour spot number one...........money crabin mongrels
Pull in to Isa.......that's mount isa to you deadheads,book into a motel [nice hot shower needed]. Next morning order breakfast, then the phone goes.........Ted Hurley from Isa on the other end....hey Russ hear you're in town, come around for breakfast, rite I says, ring reception cancel me breky order I tell em.
Round to Teds place, meet his good wife "Sheryl" and a bloody good cooked breky is served up
Now during the course of this breky........missis Hurley starts askin me some questions bowt MY flyin abowt........things like wat do I tell people , do I tell em where I go, for how long, do I have an emergency plan if needed, wat do I carry with me etc etc etc.
Now me bein smart here, I tell her wat she wants to hear..........not the facts.......
Yea I carry water,maps, epurb, tell the mayor of Darwin where I'm goin etc etc etc
SHYTE..........big mistake, she gets rite up poor old ted for doin none of that........sorry ted
then I tried to rescue ted by tellin her I actually did nuthing.......just like teddy boy. Then went on to give a load of bull bowt graet machine, good pilot, safe etc etc.........sorry ted
On the road to hoody's now, the directions I'm givin are 10 k's east of Hugenden, look for sign post left hand side of highway.......down the track 14 k's
Ok.......bowt 20 k's down the highway......no sign, nuthin. Pull out the phone, ring Bones, hey mate where's that bloody turnoff again mate, and then I tell him where I was.........bloody idiot he says, you got the wrong details......keep on going till you get to Praire, then 10 k's past that, turn rite, Ok I'm off again and bingo there's the signpost at the rite spot.
Now hoody told me that the first 2 k's was a bit ruff Russ, but the remainder was flat as, so off I go at a snails pace for the next 2 k's........bowt 5 k's I'm still at a snails pace...........how abowt the bloody whole 14 k's to hoody's front door at snails pace............flat as..........WAT
Ok, the next 3 days tryin to get a wringer to learn the art of gentleness, carress,just a little pressure needed.
Wringers...............boots n brawn
Could only stay the 3 days......off to Innisfail for the next 10 days with those guys. Stayed with Rob Malonay and his great wife "Dale".......thanks guys, you're hospitality was appreciated
Got Rob soloed........he took to gyros real good, Micheal will go solo as soon as he gets his new machine,Andrew started a little later and will need a bit more. 2 other guys wanted to get trained also but coud only give em a bit of a feel, they will be coming onboard later.
Back to hoody's I now go.......and that track
Ends up with a couple of musters and their gyros there, Ted with gyro from Isa, Clint from Mackay [ he bawt my tandem] all up 5 gyros buzin abowt
The next week was a lot of training, flying abowt the country side, into the gorges, chaseing the crap owt of a few cows,buzin the crap owt of a small town [ no name] copper rang says his son loved the event over town. Then we had this well rehearsed close formation flying around, over, all abowt this bloody great windmill out at a water bore somewhere, with hoody tryin to take videos,pickies, etc etc while all this action was goin on. By the way he was perched 50 feet up the bloody thing, tryin not to fall down. Hope he got some good shots to share here.........yea , great stuff
Then the rains hit us , so training was stuffed, the strip was bloody wet, sticky etc etc, so I hit the road north with out me gyro..........sad
Returning ina couple of weeks or so
Hit the border.......I'm back in gods country. Stop at the Barkly homestead for a good meal, shower etc, hit the road again, wana get home to me missis. Bowt 10pm pull up, roll owt the swag under a tree. Huge black clouds are building, so is the winds. Thunder and lightnin boomin all abowt me, Great I thinks, just watch the show for free. Go to sleep.....next thing I feel a few drops of water on me.......no big deal, I pull up the water proof cover of me swag......all is great
Within 15 mins it's pissin down, bloody winds tryin to blow me down the road, tree branches blowin everywhere..........it's on
Shyte.......I've gota leak in me swag cover, Bloody water is now pissin into me swag.......I'm getin drowned here........bugger,get owt of the useless swag, throw it into the car, dive into the car too..........absolutely like a drowned rat. Wat now I'm thinkin........bugger......I'll just keep driving.
Great idea russ......prob is the rain was that intense I couldn't see past the front of the car, and next prob was that the shoulders of the road were now pure bog......have to stay on the bitumen. Now I thinkin that if I stop on the bitumen some tosser will ram me up the proverbial, so keep on moving russ........real slow like
Bowt 1 hr later the rains stop, now i can drive a bit quicker........yea rite, bloody skipys everywhere, doin their best to get into me radiator......bloody hell
Nite turns to day.........I'm getin closer to mum...........bewdy
Hey darl.........I'm home
Hit the road, loaded to the eyeballs, carrying everything known to man, with the just incase factor playin a big part here.......spare this, spare that.......bloody everything onboard
Eagerly pull up at Renner Springs [ you know why.........the godess] bugger.......she's no longer there, shower and a good feed, a few RUMS, then a couple more for the road......uno
Was carrying about 250 litres diesel fuel in drums etc as the going rate is abowt $1.70 ish per litre and higher, even up to $1.93 on the road........me being a good money manager and all that crap
Cross the border into HELL.........that's queensland. Now keeping the eyes wide open for them bloody cops
Sure enough within an hour spot number one...........money crabin mongrels
Pull in to Isa.......that's mount isa to you deadheads,book into a motel [nice hot shower needed]. Next morning order breakfast, then the phone goes.........Ted Hurley from Isa on the other end....hey Russ hear you're in town, come around for breakfast, rite I says, ring reception cancel me breky order I tell em.
Round to Teds place, meet his good wife "Sheryl" and a bloody good cooked breky is served up
Now during the course of this breky........missis Hurley starts askin me some questions bowt MY flyin abowt........things like wat do I tell people , do I tell em where I go, for how long, do I have an emergency plan if needed, wat do I carry with me etc etc etc.
Now me bein smart here, I tell her wat she wants to hear..........not the facts.......
Yea I carry water,maps, epurb, tell the mayor of Darwin where I'm goin etc etc etc
SHYTE..........big mistake, she gets rite up poor old ted for doin none of that........sorry ted
then I tried to rescue ted by tellin her I actually did nuthing.......just like teddy boy. Then went on to give a load of bull bowt graet machine, good pilot, safe etc etc.........sorry ted
On the road to hoody's now, the directions I'm givin are 10 k's east of Hugenden, look for sign post left hand side of highway.......down the track 14 k's
Ok.......bowt 20 k's down the highway......no sign, nuthin. Pull out the phone, ring Bones, hey mate where's that bloody turnoff again mate, and then I tell him where I was.........bloody idiot he says, you got the wrong details......keep on going till you get to Praire, then 10 k's past that, turn rite, Ok I'm off again and bingo there's the signpost at the rite spot.
Now hoody told me that the first 2 k's was a bit ruff Russ, but the remainder was flat as, so off I go at a snails pace for the next 2 k's........bowt 5 k's I'm still at a snails pace...........how abowt the bloody whole 14 k's to hoody's front door at snails pace............flat as..........WAT
Ok, the next 3 days tryin to get a wringer to learn the art of gentleness, carress,just a little pressure needed.
Wringers...............boots n brawn
Could only stay the 3 days......off to Innisfail for the next 10 days with those guys. Stayed with Rob Malonay and his great wife "Dale".......thanks guys, you're hospitality was appreciated
Got Rob soloed........he took to gyros real good, Micheal will go solo as soon as he gets his new machine,Andrew started a little later and will need a bit more. 2 other guys wanted to get trained also but coud only give em a bit of a feel, they will be coming onboard later.
Back to hoody's I now go.......and that track
Ends up with a couple of musters and their gyros there, Ted with gyro from Isa, Clint from Mackay [ he bawt my tandem] all up 5 gyros buzin abowt
The next week was a lot of training, flying abowt the country side, into the gorges, chaseing the crap owt of a few cows,buzin the crap owt of a small town [ no name] copper rang says his son loved the event over town. Then we had this well rehearsed close formation flying around, over, all abowt this bloody great windmill out at a water bore somewhere, with hoody tryin to take videos,pickies, etc etc while all this action was goin on. By the way he was perched 50 feet up the bloody thing, tryin not to fall down. Hope he got some good shots to share here.........yea , great stuff
Then the rains hit us , so training was stuffed, the strip was bloody wet, sticky etc etc, so I hit the road north with out me gyro..........sad
Returning ina couple of weeks or so
Hit the border.......I'm back in gods country. Stop at the Barkly homestead for a good meal, shower etc, hit the road again, wana get home to me missis. Bowt 10pm pull up, roll owt the swag under a tree. Huge black clouds are building, so is the winds. Thunder and lightnin boomin all abowt me, Great I thinks, just watch the show for free. Go to sleep.....next thing I feel a few drops of water on me.......no big deal, I pull up the water proof cover of me swag......all is great
Within 15 mins it's pissin down, bloody winds tryin to blow me down the road, tree branches blowin everywhere..........it's on
Shyte.......I've gota leak in me swag cover, Bloody water is now pissin into me swag.......I'm getin drowned here........bugger,get owt of the useless swag, throw it into the car, dive into the car too..........absolutely like a drowned rat. Wat now I'm thinkin........bugger......I'll just keep driving.
Great idea russ......prob is the rain was that intense I couldn't see past the front of the car, and next prob was that the shoulders of the road were now pure bog......have to stay on the bitumen. Now I thinkin that if I stop on the bitumen some tosser will ram me up the proverbial, so keep on moving russ........real slow like
Bowt 1 hr later the rains stop, now i can drive a bit quicker........yea rite, bloody skipys everywhere, doin their best to get into me radiator......bloody hell
Nite turns to day.........I'm getin closer to mum...........bewdy
Hey darl.........I'm home