… your truck has a flat tyre AND it’s loaded with cows.
It’s Friday which is when I usually post something which I feel is country specific – through my experiences.
A few weeks ago I went on a truckin’ adventure (and had lots of nice gluten-free food) BUT we ended up with a flat tyre on the truck – loaded with 1 bull and 7 cows!! This is just over 4 tonnes of cow!! Agitated on the back of the truck!
We had to take the cattle to the cattle tick dip and get the cows loaded up with some (legal) toxic poisons – then we were set to drive home – about 3 more hours we thought. We’d got up at 5.30am so we were looking forward to getting home, off loading the cows and stopping.
We were near Gatton which for those of you unfamiliar with this neck of the woods/world, is more or less on the coastal plain on the eastern Australian seaboard. Down the length of most of eastern Australia runs the Great Dividing Range – a mountain range. To the east of the range is the coastal plains and to the west drier, more arid farming country. You have to cross the mountains to travel west. There are not that many places you can go over the range and it’s always slow going over the range especially with a truck load of cattle.
So off we went – up this smaller road through a beautiful valley passed Heifer Creek. It was scenic – and very slow. Cows don’t seem to pedal as fast as my son on his carbon fibre bicycle!!
We finally “summited” but the truck was making a funny noise from “back there”.
We checked it out. Oh bother! A flat tyre. Inside back left. The truck has double tyres on the rear so there was still one holding up!!
We stopped near this farmhouse. Jude, my house mate and the driver, went to ask for advice or assistance. In true country style the farmer rang the local garage in Clifton and said they needed to stay open and change our tyre!!
Jude came back to the truck with blood pouring down her arm. The farmer’s dog had got very enthusiastic and jumped up and ripped a gash in Jude’s arm with its toe nail. Just what we needed – something else to worry about! The farmer actually came to the rescue again and supplied Jude with bandages and disinfectant.
Off we went at a very steady pace. The sun was setting. The landscape was bathed in natural wonder. The colours were warm and delicious. The shadows of the truck distorted our shape and size – fortunately even our shadow kept our wheels inflated!!
At Clifton one of the repair men was waiting for us at the railway crossing to guide us to the workshop!! What service!
They pulled the two tyres off and had the tyre changed in no time.
We arrived well passed closing time. They stayed open especially for us – to get us back on the road, to help us out of our fix. What DOES one do when you’re broken down with a load of cows on board if you don’t meet knights in shining armour? I don’t think I will contemplate that question – just always OM for the knights.
One of the guys looked really tired. I mentioned this to him. Clifton is a tiny town, less than 1,000 people live there. They don’t have a paid fire service so the rural fire service is run by volunteers. This guy is one of the volunteers. He’d been called out at 12.30am to help at a house fire and hadn’t got home until 4am and then up at 6am to help get kids off to school and then to work. He was exhausted yet still willing to stay back to help us out.
If you’re ever stuck with tyre problems near Clifton, go to:
Late that night we unloaded the cows into the yards. It had been a long day of adventures. Some unexpected but with the help of strangers we arrived home safely. People really are basically wonderful!!