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It happened in the year 1970.

John Rice, Sales Manager for Outback Pumps, Engines and Reticulation, commonly known as OPER, was on a visit to the Northern Territory to consult with existing customers and to drum up more business. As his outback travel took him to remote localities his company provided him with a Datsun Patrol four wheel drive vehicle for transport.

On this particular day he was driving between Eva Downs Station and Elliot Township when a horrible grating noise emanated from below his seat and his Datsun came to a grinding halt. Luckily for him some station workers had been following a distance back to avoid his dust and gave him a lift to Elliot in their truck. Once there he was able to organise a tow truck and had the Datsun towed back to Elliot where the community mechanic had a look at the gearbox. After the gearbox had been removed and stripped down it appeared that a cog that fitted between two gears had stripped its teeth and had to be replaced. Phone calls were made to Darwin but they had no stock. Then Head Office of Datsun Motor Company in Brisbane was contacted but they could find no stock in their warehouse or even Australia wide. The part had to come from Japan as it was an unusual breakage and no stock was held. Three days had passed.

John said that this development was not a problem as he had to go to Japan the following month to a sales conference and he would source the part himself. He left the truck in Elliot and made his way back to his Sydney Head Office. First of all he had to use Shanks’ Pony to get to Katherine and some kindly aborigines picked him up and gave him a ride on the back of their old Ute. He shared that space with a number of mangy dogs and a couple of kids. From Katherine he was able to fly to Darwin and then back to his base in Sydney.

The time came for the conference in Japan and John flew over to Tokyo and networked with many pump specialists from around the world. At the conclusion of the conference he set about procuring the cog for his Datsun. He made his way to the Azaboo-Hiroo district of Tokyo where the manufacturing plant of the Datsun Motor Company was situated. He was treated very cordially on his arrival and through an interpreter explained his predicament. Yes, they said, he could buy a cog but it was company policy to only sell them in batches of one thousand and that they would not budge on this. They said however, that they would give them to him at a very reasonable price. He reluctantly agreed as this part was needed if he was to get his beloved Datsun Patrol running again. So, after the niceties, John was presented with a box full of cogs neatly packaged for transport on his journey back to Australia.

There were no problems going through customs with his package but he had to pay excess baggage fees. Finally he was in the plane and homeward bound.

The journey was uneventful until the plane flew through some very thick cloud. It turned out to be smoke from a volcano which had erupted the day before. Both engines of the jet started to splutter and worried passengers looked at one another. The pilot spoke over the intercom and said that as the smoke had infiltrated the engine cooling systems the thrust had been reduced and that the plane was losing altitude. He was confident that they could make it to Manila Airport in the Philippines but all the luggage had to be jettisoned to lighten the load. The pilot instructed all of the stewards and stewardesses to go down in to the hold, open the emergency door and thrown the cargo out.

John Rice froze. His brain went in to overdrive. Surely after all the trouble he had gone to with the cogs they were now to be lost over the ocean. He undid his seat belt and rushed to the hatch and followed the airline staff down in to the hold. He shouted that what he had to rescue was life threatening and he rummaged through the luggage. After what seemed to be an eternity, and with individual items being tossed out of the emergency hatch, he found his box of cogs and ripped it open with a jemmy lever he found clamped to the wall of the hold. Feverishly he opened the box and stuffed four cogs in to his pockets before making his way back up in to the passenger’s compartment again. The open box of cogs was propelled in to space by a hefty steward.

Down below in the agricultural fields of the Philippines, Alvarez Gonzales was tending to his crops. Suddenly there was a whistling noise, then plop…plop…plop, plop, plop, plop, plop! He looked around and saw a dark object lying in his tomato beds. He picked it up. Instantly he recognised it.

With the dark object in his hand Alavarez rushed back to his house, shouting.

“ Maria! Maria! Come quick!” he called out to his wife.

Maria rushed out of the house.

“What is it?” she cried.

“Look! Look!” shouted Alvarez. “It’s raining DATSUN COGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Willem Kempen Copyright 2004
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Reply By: John - Wednesday, Mar 10, 2004 at 21:40

Wednesday, Mar 10, 2004 at 21:40
Hi Willem
Jeez you must be bored !!!!!!!!
What happened did the TV lose reception on the only two channels that you can receive in Peterborough ?

Still a good laugh.

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Reply By: Moneypit - Wednesday, Mar 10, 2004 at 21:42

Wednesday, Mar 10, 2004 at 21:42
I can't believe I read all of that to get to where it ended.

I had visions of someone in or near Manila ending up with a water filtration system made up of a multitude of cogs that had fallen from Heaven and that someone who lived in that community ended up inventing Oziexplorer or something. All credit to Datsun cogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Funny but...............!
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Reply By: Member - Brett H (QLD) - Wednesday, Mar 10, 2004 at 22:19

Wednesday, Mar 10, 2004 at 22:19
You should change your name to Mr Spooner.
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Reply By: John - Wednesday, Mar 10, 2004 at 22:37

Wednesday, Mar 10, 2004 at 22:37
Actually Willem,i t does need the accent to make it work.
You need to develop your writing skills to incorporate the accent LOL.

I get emails etc from China and they not only speak with the obvious Chinese accent but they write it as well. LOL.

Lets see how it turns out. Wink !! Wink !!

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Follow Up By: Willem - Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 08:08

Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 08:08
Which accent?
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Reply By: Member - Toonfish - Wednesday, Mar 10, 2004 at 23:57

Wednesday, Mar 10, 2004 at 23:57
bleep a Willem

who said you were grumpy?
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Reply By: Brian - Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 07:36

Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 07:36
Very good Willem...... Usually I can see these things coming... but this one snuck up on me!!! :-)
Good to get a laugh first up in the morning like this! Thanks mate
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Reply By: Wombat - Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 10:37

Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 10:37
You brought a smile to my face Willie. Thanks for the laugh.
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Reply By: Member - Rick (S.A.) - Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 17:46

Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 17:46
Top Job

BUT can I pleeease violate copyright?

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Reply By: Baz (NSW) - Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 19:26

Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 19:26
Ithought it was funny my other half said and i quote,( I JUST WASTED 3 MIN OF MY LIFE I THOUGHT IT WAS A TRUE STORY end quote) it was worth for that alone, thank you !!!!! bazzar.
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Follow Up By: Willem - Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 21:31

Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 21:31
Hi Baz,

Glad you liked my little story. I wrote one last year as well and caught a few fish. :-)

Time is something we humans invented so how could you waste it. I think your other half better take some valium to calm things down ...hahahaha
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Reply By: Member - Des Lexik(SA) - Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 22:51

Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 22:51
Willie, I'm sure you have changed the story to a 4WD just so it would be 4WD related and you could post it on the forum.
You should go to the desert more often if your going to come back with stories like this one. LOL
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Follow Up By: Willem - Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 23:07

Thursday, Mar 11, 2004 at 23:07
I was gpoing to tell it at LD but the opportunity did not arise. It is an old campfire tale which I have been telling for years. One has to embellish it to make the tale relevant to whatever situation you are in. I write these stories from time to time. Got more up my sleeve.
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