It’s interesting during my travels to observe the ‘blokey thing’ which is usually exhibited from folks in the Eastern States.
This primeval behaviour appears to be centred on the following thinking:
‘I’ve got more mud on my wagon than you; therefore my appendage is longer than yours.
So Blue eventually gets home, skites to his mates, and then decided to wash the mud off from Central Australia, which is full of Iron Oxide.
After about the third wash, Blue is starting to get a bit grumpy because his pride and joy is still looking a bit ordinary. He then lifts the bonnet and finds the red Oxide baked on the engine. Tears flow...
As the weeks go by Blue comes to the realisation that he’s just lost $10.000 off the value of a very expensive form of transport.
By this stage Blue has almost lost it, and seeks advice down dark alleys to ease the pain.
As you can gather from this lament, Blue is not the most intelligent mammal on the block. However he now understands that Iron Oxide mud is not good.
Need I say more?
Cheers