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Tall Stories
9 years 2 weeks ago #177623
by scratcha
1418 Benz now really impressing the bride
Replied by scratcha on topic Tall Stories
Ive got a bit of loose time, thought id throw another tall story up....
Im about 14 year old, My old mate Coombes pulls into the servo, says to my dad, whats feff up to, can I borrow him for a couple of hours?
So, I climb up into the cab of his TK bedford tipper , and off we trundle, out to one of the rough back roads around mansfield, we pull up beside this bloody great redgum tree thats laying dead.
He whips out the Stihl 090 and gets into it, about 4 hours later, my arms are hanging off me from swinging the splitter, we start throwing the firewood into the body of the truck, load he up to the gunnels (about 6 metre body if I recall) grab a hot stubby of coke and we roll off again.....
"where are we headed John?" I ask...."Buller mate" "Mt Buller"
Mt Buller is about 45 kms frm mansfield (an hour in the car) or half a day in an overloaded beddy....
The old girl is running hot all the way up the hill, we pull up at white bridge (a little waterfall about 1/3 of the way up the hill) , top up the radiator and throw a couple of buckets threw the grill to help her cope.
We get to the ski lodge about 6pm and start unloading, apparently the tipper dosent tip, I still suspect to this day, it did and he was doing this for a sh!t stir.
We chuck all the wood off, and roll off down the hill....out onto the rolling roads heading into town, about 10 kms out and around 11 pm, we just crest a hill and the coombes flicks her into top, drops the clutch and the engine free revs.....he mutters something under his breath and we roll about a k to a stop....it is dark, cool and the roads dead.
I climb under the truck to see if the tail shaft is spinning..."nope"
Ahh bugger it, the clutch has gone!
We climb out and start the long walk into town, from time to time he says, "do you want to lay down , we'll just camp here" I dont give a bugger, im happy to! he recons my mum will worry too much so we'd better keep going.
About 2-3 am we walk to the top of my street, he says, "youd better not wag school tomorrow" "No John, I'll Go" I have a dip, climb into bed around half an hour later.
Im up for breaky and getting ready for the school bus at 730 am to benalla, Mum says "you were in late, I heard the door" " yer, had a bit of truck trouble" "wernt you worried?" "no" say mum, "you were with the Coombes, about the best place you could have been"
Looking back, I tend to agree.
Im about 14 year old, My old mate Coombes pulls into the servo, says to my dad, whats feff up to, can I borrow him for a couple of hours?
So, I climb up into the cab of his TK bedford tipper , and off we trundle, out to one of the rough back roads around mansfield, we pull up beside this bloody great redgum tree thats laying dead.
He whips out the Stihl 090 and gets into it, about 4 hours later, my arms are hanging off me from swinging the splitter, we start throwing the firewood into the body of the truck, load he up to the gunnels (about 6 metre body if I recall) grab a hot stubby of coke and we roll off again.....
"where are we headed John?" I ask...."Buller mate" "Mt Buller"
Mt Buller is about 45 kms frm mansfield (an hour in the car) or half a day in an overloaded beddy....
The old girl is running hot all the way up the hill, we pull up at white bridge (a little waterfall about 1/3 of the way up the hill) , top up the radiator and throw a couple of buckets threw the grill to help her cope.
We get to the ski lodge about 6pm and start unloading, apparently the tipper dosent tip, I still suspect to this day, it did and he was doing this for a sh!t stir.
We chuck all the wood off, and roll off down the hill....out onto the rolling roads heading into town, about 10 kms out and around 11 pm, we just crest a hill and the coombes flicks her into top, drops the clutch and the engine free revs.....he mutters something under his breath and we roll about a k to a stop....it is dark, cool and the roads dead.
I climb under the truck to see if the tail shaft is spinning..."nope"
Ahh bugger it, the clutch has gone!
We climb out and start the long walk into town, from time to time he says, "do you want to lay down , we'll just camp here" I dont give a bugger, im happy to! he recons my mum will worry too much so we'd better keep going.
About 2-3 am we walk to the top of my street, he says, "youd better not wag school tomorrow" "No John, I'll Go" I have a dip, climb into bed around half an hour later.
Im up for breaky and getting ready for the school bus at 730 am to benalla, Mum says "you were in late, I heard the door" " yer, had a bit of truck trouble" "wernt you worried?" "no" say mum, "you were with the Coombes, about the best place you could have been"
Looking back, I tend to agree.
1418 Benz now really impressing the bride
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3 years 5 months ago #237363
by V8Ian
Replied by V8Ian on topic Tall Stories
How about a bit of a thread revival.
My mate and his three brothers, between them owned different civil engineering/earthmoving machines. They sometimes worked as a crew, sometimes independently and occasionally dry hired gear to people they knew.
My mate had a water truck that he was driving on a lucrative job, whilst he had his multi-tyred roller dry hired on a job close to his home.
He asked the bloke hiring the roller, if he could take it over the weekend, service it and return it. It was agreed.
At the time, Queensland did not require registration of machines designed exclusively for road building purposes. That encompassed rollers and pavers etc., but not trucks, backhoes or other machines that could be used for other purposes.
The roller was duly collected at the crack of dawn, on the Sunday and being driven to the owners house.
The only other vehicle on the road, at such an ungodly hour was a police car, driven by a bored copper. The inevitable occurred and the cop demanded to know why the machine was being driven without number plates. For those not familiar with the exemption, it did look suss, and as if the operator thought he could get away with it at such a quiet time of day. Ken explained the exemption ruling but it was treated as a desperate bluff by a master criminal. It was politely suggested that the officer contact someone, on the radio, who could confirm the situation. Appearing reluctant in case he became a laughing stock, for falling for such a pathetic excuse, he did make the enquiry.
With his nose out of joint, the copper returned with the type of belligerence only a defeated walloper can muster and admitted that he was wrong about the rego, BUT!!! what about all ten tyres, they're all bald!
Ken explained, they're supposed to be, that's how they make the base smooth, before the bitumen is applied. This was also received with scepticism and Ken could see the gears turning in the copper's expression. Again, it was suggested that the radio might be the way to clarify the situation, if looks could kill....with disappointment and reluctance, Ken and the roller were dismissed without penalty
My mate and his three brothers, between them owned different civil engineering/earthmoving machines. They sometimes worked as a crew, sometimes independently and occasionally dry hired gear to people they knew.
My mate had a water truck that he was driving on a lucrative job, whilst he had his multi-tyred roller dry hired on a job close to his home.
He asked the bloke hiring the roller, if he could take it over the weekend, service it and return it. It was agreed.
At the time, Queensland did not require registration of machines designed exclusively for road building purposes. That encompassed rollers and pavers etc., but not trucks, backhoes or other machines that could be used for other purposes.
The roller was duly collected at the crack of dawn, on the Sunday and being driven to the owners house.
The only other vehicle on the road, at such an ungodly hour was a police car, driven by a bored copper. The inevitable occurred and the cop demanded to know why the machine was being driven without number plates. For those not familiar with the exemption, it did look suss, and as if the operator thought he could get away with it at such a quiet time of day. Ken explained the exemption ruling but it was treated as a desperate bluff by a master criminal. It was politely suggested that the officer contact someone, on the radio, who could confirm the situation. Appearing reluctant in case he became a laughing stock, for falling for such a pathetic excuse, he did make the enquiry.
With his nose out of joint, the copper returned with the type of belligerence only a defeated walloper can muster and admitted that he was wrong about the rego, BUT!!! what about all ten tyres, they're all bald!
Ken explained, they're supposed to be, that's how they make the base smooth, before the bitumen is applied. This was also received with scepticism and Ken could see the gears turning in the copper's expression. Again, it was suggested that the radio might be the way to clarify the situation, if looks could kill....with disappointment and reluctance, Ken and the roller were dismissed without penalty
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