Becky
Well-Known Member
Part of my job involves going out & inspecting mining leases, making sure that they are complying with relevant legislation. I did a trip today to a mining lease about 250km north of home. It was a follow-up trip to make sure that they had fixed some issued identified during my last inspection.
I've been there before. I know about the creek you have to cross. It's a dry creekbed at the moment, but very loose & sandy.
So, I pull up & put the landcruiser into low 4-wheel-drive. I creep down the bank, get 2/3 of the way across & get bogged in the sand.
I spent an hour sweating, digging, chopping fallen trees into short enough bits to wedge under the tyres for traction, & swearing at the stoopit car for getting bogged at lunchtime in the summer.
I finally figured OK - it's 1pm now, home is 2 1/2 hours away. I need to call the office & get them to send someone up to help me, otherwise I'm not going to get home until after dark. I call my boss, and the conversation goes something like this:
'Ben, it's Bec. I'm bogged. I've been trying to get out & can't. There are no trees close enough to use the winch. I think you need to send John up to rescue me.'
'OK Bec, where are you?'
'I'm 20 km north of Greenvale. At GPS location ***, there will be a gate on your right hand side with pink flagging tape tied to it. Go thru the gate, follow the road, you'll find a creek. In that creek, you'll find me.'
'OK Bec, John is leaving now. Hey, you do have the hubs locked in, don't you?'
'Umm...I'll call you back...'
I HAD FORGOTTEN TO LOCK THE HUBS IN!!! No hubs = no 4-wheel-drive!!! I locked in the hubs & drove straight out of the creek, no sweat.
I have to shout beers on friday arvo, that's my punishment for stupidity.
I've been there before. I know about the creek you have to cross. It's a dry creekbed at the moment, but very loose & sandy.
So, I pull up & put the landcruiser into low 4-wheel-drive. I creep down the bank, get 2/3 of the way across & get bogged in the sand.
I spent an hour sweating, digging, chopping fallen trees into short enough bits to wedge under the tyres for traction, & swearing at the stoopit car for getting bogged at lunchtime in the summer.
I finally figured OK - it's 1pm now, home is 2 1/2 hours away. I need to call the office & get them to send someone up to help me, otherwise I'm not going to get home until after dark. I call my boss, and the conversation goes something like this:
'Ben, it's Bec. I'm bogged. I've been trying to get out & can't. There are no trees close enough to use the winch. I think you need to send John up to rescue me.'
'OK Bec, where are you?'
'I'm 20 km north of Greenvale. At GPS location ***, there will be a gate on your right hand side with pink flagging tape tied to it. Go thru the gate, follow the road, you'll find a creek. In that creek, you'll find me.'
'OK Bec, John is leaving now. Hey, you do have the hubs locked in, don't you?'
'Umm...I'll call you back...'
I HAD FORGOTTEN TO LOCK THE HUBS IN!!! No hubs = no 4-wheel-drive!!! I locked in the hubs & drove straight out of the creek, no sweat.
I have to shout beers on friday arvo, that's my punishment for stupidity.