Monday, Jan 25, 2010 at 16:54
Teege,
Some weekends
Stockton is funnier than a 3 ring circus!
One of my favourite sports is handing those soft roaders a shovel. I reckon I couldn't shock them anymore if it was one of the local brown snakes!
One particularly memorable afternoon I came across a couple done up like they fell out of Rundle's window and bogged to the gunwhales in their lovely Mazda Tribune? Tributary? or Tribute?, something like that.
Asked them about tyre pressure, blank stare! Ok, you get out your tyre gauge and let them down to 16psi all round.
Umm, I don't have one and how do I let them down anyway?
Ok, so I drop them to 16psi and then hand the bloke a shovel. At this stage Mrs Pretty spits it.
"The salesman and my husband both said you can't bog a 4wd"
I says, "They might be right but it's not as if you've got a 4wd is it? Now if you want to get out dig. Otherwise give me back my shovel"
So they elected to dig and actually drove out! Surprise, surprise!
Listening to the UHF is a crack up! I remember one afternoon listening to 2 women in what turned out to be 2 families in a Pajero and a Jackaroo. Two quite capable vehicles.
They where having a lengthy discussion on what to do with that "really short gearstick" when they got off the beach because it was at "L now, whatever that means"
The frustrating bit is if the dills let some air out of the tyres they could use H4, be kinder on the tracks and their vehicle.
I think my grandfather was right, "you can't put brains in a statue"
Geoff
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