Not so "Overly Cautious"

Great story....great work!

Nice story and I'm sure they and their rellies appreciated your efforts. Moons ago I was working on the blacktop east of Fitzroy Crossing when 2 of us in a service truck came across and broken Holden wagon with several kids plus mums and the driver who was a bit under the weather.
First we gave them an esky with orange juice from our mess plus some water as they had nothing on board with them.
Then checked out the vehicle and found the battery connections were very loose. Looked like there'd been a few attempts to fix them and the posts were even loose in the battery....
Anyway we bodged it up and it started and off they went with big smiles and waves all round.
Few weeks later we were at a rodeo and the driver of the vehicle recognised us immediately and we got invited to their station which was further up the road from our camp.
Nice people who appreciated our efforts and we certainly didn't mind helping them out.
A far cry from the oik not far from Drysdale who demanded, without any of the niceties like a "g/day mate" or "Nice to see you" etc., that we tow him using our equipment as his stuff was too difficult to get out of where ever he'd put it and anyway he couldn't bothered!
Try some manners next time matey. But we did leave a message at the station.
AlanTH.

Love "Helping someone out" Allan -espicialy when they have just been told not to do something and they stuff it up !

Of course you have to let then suffer a bit first , then try to get themselves out , and make in worse, then suffer the embrassment of having "I told you so photo's" taken.

This pic from when we went beach driving at Esperance a few weeks go fit the criteria very well , dune very steep, Vultures overhead (of seagull type) black car is firmly on its belly , Max tracks useless, no room to turn around or get of track , tide coming in on other side, and me gingerly pulling stuck car down the hill - not as easy as it looks.

Good on you Allan, that's a really nice story.
We found friendly and welcoming indigineous folk all through our travels and I'm glad you were able to help.
Earlier this year in Marla I got a car started for an Aboriginal woman travelling alone, who had been struggling and completely ignored by everyone else at the camp ground.
She was a delightful lady and I not the nicest hug of appreciation after coaxing her vehicle into life.
Cheers

Ah Yes tales of woe along the track -

A picture tell a thousand words they say!


Found these guys stuck miles from anywhere up at Cape York. They had been there since the previous afternoon, one of their party had gone ahead for help. (about an 80klm walk) They said the battery had gone flat - so using some bush logic - a warm battery is better than a cold one - they put the battery in the coals of the fire for a fair while to warm it up!!! Sure enough it was singed and black - how it didnt go up in a puff of smoke I dont know. But hot or cold a dead battery is dead!

They were not going anywhere.

I hooked up both my batteries with 4 jumper leads straight onto the starter motor as well as the battery and earthed directly onto the motor (even earthed my bullbar to theirs) - eventually had it cranking over quite well but didnt fire up.

I reasoned that they must be sucking air somewhere along the fuel line.

Now I am sorry I didnt get a photograph or video the process of getting one of these intrepid young fellas to blow heartily into the fuel filler to pressurise the fuel tank long enough to get the old Patrol fired up and running but it was a circus with lots of skepticism and laughter (ahh... your having us on ay?)

But it worked - luckily I was right, cause even my traveling companions were starting to think I was a bit loopy for persisting in trying to get this old beast going.

When it did fire up they all jumped in and took off waving and laughing much to our relief..........................................................................................................................................about 400 meters down the road it died again.

So - they were fine where they were. (The only essential they were low on was beer - they left a dry community to go to town for a drink and got stranded on the way back). We went on ahead to send help back and picked up their cheeky mate about 30ks down the track - and eventually came upon the search party that come out looking for them anyway... and that was another story in itself.

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Thank you to those who responded with nice expressions and to the 14 "Thumbs-up" to my post.

Clearly you appreciate good relationships with indigenous folks as I do.

Love Allen's good news story, but I wonder how someone gets stuck on top of a firm looking dune, Robin..