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Tales of the country... episode one:

Twas a dark, dark night, when I pulled over to the side of the road, to re-adjust the spotlights on the bullbar of the truck. Hitting that big 'roo had caused them to point downwards, and become ineffective..

I was windy. Very windy. As I climbed down from the cab, I shivered a little. Was I cold? I only had shorts and a light shirt on, other than my boots, and it was probably nearly 30 degrees C, so I didn't think so.

I stepped to the front of the truck, to inspected the bar for damage, shining the torch underneath to check for any remmnants of the unfortunate animal. I adjust the lights to my satisfaction.

I need to drain the main vein, so I step slightly to the side, out of the brightness of the lights, and unzip... Crikey it's windy! Dust is swirling around the truck and it's trailers.

I start to head along the side of the truck, to do a load and tyre check.... Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of movement... WTF?

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The goosebumps flush all over me..

Maybe I'll check the tyres later... I spin around and slowly race back to the drivers side door.

Back up into the cab, where I slam the door and stomp the gas.... Back up though the 15 speed, and the heart is settling back down, and all is good...

The clock on the dash says 3.30 am, and I still have 7 hours to go.



(this is a true story...)

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