AnswerID: 316948 Submitted: Thursday, Jul 24, 2008 at 17:00
Trevor R (QLD)
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I was going to start a new one with a poem (of sorts)
about my trip out and back. But with you in this mood I will just humour (or
bore) you only.
A brief overview of my trip to Innaminka EOG 08
With the family all in favour of another trip to another EO National Gathering
I had two weeks to get things happening.
Nine days to go, work gives me a 2 week job in FNQ to do.
With the GU in the garage for injector pump repairs,
It was off to FNQ in the wife’s Jackeroo,
Without a day to spare.
Loaded to the eyballs the Jackeroo was flat to the boards,
All the while problems with the GU sent my phonebill skywards.
The likelihood of a cancelled trip was on the cards.
2 days before we expected to leave Trevor was nowhere to be seen,
Still in NQ it was up to Jude, with a caravan to pack and the house to clean.
Making it home with no time to spare, the GU was something to be seen,
Busted radiator, loose accelerator and a engine that won’t stop.
Back to the mechanics with fire in my belly and smoke coming from my ears
It is safe to say this mechanic won’t see me for years.
Now 2 days late, I get a call from a mate sitting down beside the Wilson (river that is).
“Hey Trev, you come over the range yet?” “No” says I
“Oh great” says he “I think I’ve made a mess of my Turbo, pick me one up on ya way through”
When I arrived at the Wilson, I expected Isuzumu to be sitting there all glum and blue,
But alas here he was jumping with glee.
Twas not a blown turbo on the MU just the tightening of an exhaust nut or two
And all was good as new.
At the Wilson an unexpected surprise,
Zukscooter in his new Suzy was our prize.
With old friends and $100 bourbon to flavour,
The camp fire that night was something to savour.
At first cautious, Isuzumu decided to help both Zukscooter and I
Find our way down to Cameron’s Corner.
So glad that they did, the MU and
Vicky Viscount
Were far from being left hiding in the corner.
Down here we came across an obstacle for me
Five bucks needing to be chucked into the roof of the pub
Before we could camp out over in the scrub.
Twenty five attempts later and dying for a pee
I was left to be saved by my ol pal …. Judy. (buggers me how it is done LOL!!)
Now our party was five cars strong with the finding of Liam and Adrian,
And the soon to be crowned “Yabby Bob” and “Roger Lorraine”.
Without an early start and the prediction of rain
I thought the
Bore Track was getting ready to claim
Our new found group, which I nicknamed
“
Vicky Viscount and the Supremes” (Photo tells why).
Without a hitch we all pulled into Innaminka
To roll out the swags amongst the common.
I woke to behold a sight for sore eyes
The better half of the SA Roaches finding me at the trading post.
Finding Bill in disguise (as he is every morning LOL!!)
A chat soon erupted and tales of the Coongie mud
Claiming his mate Pud.
Over the coming days more and more rolled into town
As word had spread there was a party going down.
So many games and so many tales around some of the best fires around.
Before we knew it, it was time to go.
Ross H being left to roll up his swag while I hit the frog-n-toe.
With an hour and a half headstart but having a van with 50 k’s less to pull it
Do you think I could shake
Ross H in the Bandag Bullet?
No Sirree, that mad cane toad pulled in behind me at the end of the day.
The pub at Tharga beckoned with a BBQ on offer it was a long night
But the XXXX went down with delight.
Two days later and the work was on,
Cleaning the dust and mud from
places I never knew existed.
The memories of this trip will outlast the sun.
Sorry if you don't give a $hit Trucky,
but if you hadn't been nasty this is one poem you could have skipped LOL!!
Cheers, Trevor.
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