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That looks a bit dodgy, Dig. You’d have been tip-toing through the corners.
Didnt have a problem SDU but have to admit reasonably straight road between Fitzroy Crossing and Derby.
Plus I gave the Crossing Inn a miss that trip
Same road 45kms part.
Dig
The later pictures would also be almost 45 years apart from the Leyland photo, surely.
Did you ever run out to Woody (Woody) or Telfor?
Sorry for the delayed responce SDU,but to answer your inquiry I had the Hippo until my first season on cattle that was 1979 with Brooking Springs station the white KW [Brand new] and trailers so the photos would have been about 5 years apart.
I did trips to Telfor in later years when I had moved from the Kimberly to Perth.
Just as a foot note I sold the Hippo to a 72 year old gentleman from Katherine and some 8 years later I was going to Darwin with the KW i had purchased when i spotted the Hippo about 20kms Darwin side of the border with a water tank and spray bar following the grader doing the road verges,I stopped for a chat and found that the gentleman I had sold it to had deceased and it was now owned by the gentleman I was talking to who reckoned for the job he was doing it was the ideal unit.
I have since tried to find out what happened to it and to date no joy but its possible its sitting somewhere in the Katherine area keeping the weeds in the shade.
This photo below was that trip,I.m the one with the flappy tarp we were trying to do something about it at that time.
Blimey, can you be referring to the dream I had as I bounced along in my B model.
Start saving your lunch money, David.
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All in the past mate, blimey I had more room sleeping in my rabbit hutch Atki than there is in that tin box. Not for the claustrophobic.
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Thats a one bum wide 2 bums high model David.
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That’s all you need.
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Thats a one bum wide 2 bums high model David.
That’s all you need.
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Not in that heat mate, reckon I could cook a joint in that at midday in The Territory, even here at the moment. Just done my usual morning 56 metres in the pond, water temp 20c, air temp under the shade of the trees 28c. It’ll be a lot more later on. Mind you more relaxed than in the Top End, when I arrived I saw a one metre snake basking in a small sunny bit. He moved off to the other side at a rate of knots and slithered into safety under where an ivy strand dips into the water. A, relatively, harmless Coulevre he kept well out of my way as I swam back and forth. Not sure you would do that in Oz eh?
Yeah, we’ve got your temperatures; Stanthorpe has been getting below zeros, overnight. I’m just down the hill from Warwick, our overnights have gone to as low as ones and twos. Daytime max hasn’t cracked 20⁰ for a couple of weeks.
Generally speaking, ignore the snakes and they’ll ignore you, but had a brown looking for some warmth, in the house yard, last week. It’s now in legless (and headless) heaven.
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Yeah, we’ve got your temperatures; Stanthorpe has been getting below zeros, overnight. I’m just down the hill from Warwick, our overnights have gone to as low as ones and twos. Daytime max hasn’t cracked 20⁰ for a couple of weeks.
Generally speaking, ignore the snakes and they’ll ignore you, but had a brown looking for some warmth, in the house yard, last week. It’s now in legless (and headless) heaven.
Against the law here, even the venomous ones, but I harm nothing that doesn’t harm me or mine. I can see the logic with something that could kill you though.
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Yeah, we’ve got your temperatures; Stanthorpe has been getting below zeros, overnight. I’m just down the hill from Warwick, our overnights have gone to as low as ones and twos. Daytime max hasn’t cracked 20⁰ for a couple of weeks.
Generally speaking, ignore the snakes and they’ll ignore you, but had a brown looking for some warmth, in the house yard, last week. It’s now in legless (and headless) heaven.
Against the law here, even the venomous ones, but I harm nothing that doesn’t harm me or mine. I can see the logic with something that could kill you though.
Same here David the law staes they have to be relocated so the odd 2 or three we have had here I have successfully relocated with the aid of mr Winchester,no complaints at this stage.
The last one was camped under the cooks car in the car port.
Dig
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Thats a one bum wide 2 bums high model David.
That’s all you need.
Not in that heat mate, reckon I could cook a joint in that at midday in The Territory, even here at the moment. Just done my usual morning 56 metres in the pond, water temp 20c, air temp under the shade of the trees 28c. It’ll be a lot more later on. Mind you more relaxed than in the Top End, when I arrived I saw a one metre snake basking in a small sunny bit. He moved off to the other side at a rate of knots and slithered into safety under where an ivy strand dips into the water. A, relatively, harmless Coulevre he kept well out of my way as I swam back and forth. Not sure you would do that in Oz eh?
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Come on David,you can do better than that!
My daily swim consists of 20 X 11 metre lengths,pool yesterday was at 29° with the ambient air temp of 38°,phew,then it’s a couple of Sâgres before tea!
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Thats a one bum wide 2 bums high model David.
That’s all you need.
David my Titan may have been of use for you in this warm spell your enjoying as you can see in the photo it has an A/C unit mounted in front of the drive axle plus a Ladies door in the sleeper.
You could enjoy this it used 5litres every 12 hours so not too expensive for a comfortable night and quite unlikely that any wriggleys would annoy you.
Dig
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Icepack should be compulsory on every sleeper cabbed truck, but why did they choose the loudest diesel on the planet?
I agree mine was as far as i.m aware the first one in WA,the Mack agent in Perth had it in their display area and one of the store men that I knew we had worked together at Leylands talked me into buying it and the price was less than I could purchase ex factory, I had to fit it myself but not a problem and the local a/c man plumbed it in and off we went.
I have to be honest and say the noise didn’t worry me anymore than some of the freezer trailers I pulled only wake up when they stop.
I was always careful when parking up at night not to park next to other truck cabs I can’t say the same about a few others though.
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Icepack should be compulsory on every sleeper cabbed truck, but why did they choose the loudest diesel on the planet?
I agree mine was as far as i.m aware the first one in WA,the Mack agent in Perth had it in their display area and one of the store men that I knew we had worked together at Leylands talked me into buying it and the price was less than I could purchase ex factory, I had to fit it myself but not a problem and the local a/c man plumbed it in and off we went.
I have to be honest and say the noise didn’t worry me anymore than some of the freezer trailers I pulled only wake up when they stop.
I was always careful when parking up at night not to park next to other truck cabs I can’t say the same about a few others though.
Dig
I never thought of the noise DIg, you have a point, it would have put me off. The main reason I retired at 60 here was not because I dislike Gauthier (really nice bloke I often see him in the village now and we have a catchup), but because in around 50 years of driving on and off this was the first time I had a frigo, and I hated it. Not just the noise but the lack of respite when they stop. I still couldn’t sleep in the blessed silence, because I was waiting for the dreaded whistle and the restart. My Magnum did not have an independant a/c, the motor had to turn to operate it.
I have mentioned before I think, a particular routier near Besancon. The parking is long and narrow and is in an old quarry. The wall of the quarry is white and south facing. For a time I was required to do an overnight run to Dole and then reload at Besancon. Then to park up for the day. In the height of summer the heat reflected from that white wall was immense and I tried everything including running the engine, but nothing worked and I didn’t get much sleep. I often think that if I hadn’t been loaded I would have set the frigo going and stretched out at the end of the trailer.
Now I’m thinking I should have done it Buntine style, and slept in the shade underneath the trailer.
BTW, the wriggleys don’t bother me, it is the other way round. Yesterday after my swim I sat in the shade of the trees at the edge of the pond with camera set up on a tripod, a cool drink to hand and Kindle to read waiting for ‘my friend’. Got him. When I’ve edited all the wasted bits I might put it up for your delectation.
I’m hearing you Dig, when it goes silent you wake up wondering what broke.
Just east of Georgetown there used to be a convenient patch of ground, on top of a raise, that could fit three or four r/t s. Being about six kays from town and with enough breeze to keep the mozzies at bay, it was an ideal spot for those who slept with their doors open, to catch a few zeds.
I pulled in there, just after midnight, one night, with three trailers of fuel. There was already a regular Gulf runner (Black Tony) asleep there, with a single trailer, so I crept in with the headlights off and went to bed with both doors open.
The other truck woke me, when he left at sun up, so I arose and drove into the Ampol roadhouse for breakfast. I placed my order an sat down at Tony’s table. He asked why I didn’t crank my Icepack up, “Courtesy mate, you were there first.” I explained.
“Wouldn’t’ve bothered me, you woke me up coming in,” he replied “no point both of us sweating.”
Another time I was on the way to Karumba and pulled into The Blue Healer at 2.00am, to get my head down for a couple of hours.
On the southern side of the pub was a large area to park cars, caravans and smaller trucks. On the northern side, a road train area. Road trains always entered at the northwest corner, hugged the boundary to the eastern fence, then drove south to the southern end before turning right to park, facing the road. It was customary to park as close to the pub as possible, the bay was deep enough to turn from the back and have the trailers nice and straight by the time the bullbar was on the western edge.
On this particular morning, I followed the usual procedure but as I was turning to head back to the road, I noticed a car and caravan parked, slap, bang in the middle, facing south. I got the two front frigdes, running as dry vans, past it but the third van was headed to the left side of the car. I suppose I could’ve backed up and taken a deeper bite, but why bother.
The back trailer was operating as a freezer and ran at about 3,000 rpm, it wasn’t one of the flash new ones that seem to just hum, it was full on, sounding like the pistons were trying to escape the confines of the cylinders and the big ends had a tenuous grip of the crank. I stopped a couple of feet, short of running across the bonnet.
I went to sleep, just before my head touched the pillow. When I woke at four o’clock the caravan was gone.
When I’ve edited all the wasted bits I might put it up for your delectation. 