Well as the title says I have had a fairly full on 2 weeks.
I will start from the begining and finish up with tonight.
It all started Saturday 2 weeks ago, the day I met Steve (the guy with the Holdens). Had a fantastic day checking out all his cars and talking about where other cars are hiding out bush, he gave me a mud map to the location of a Charger.
Saturday night had beers with friends.
Sunday was nothing unusual and in the evening got invited to a friends house for dinner (Shorty), declined the dinner because I wanted to take Ronda to the movies.
Go to work on Monday and get asked "Did you hear about Shorty", It appears he was bitten by a Western Brown and his wife found him that night not breathing, after the ambulance arrived they got him breathing again, The news wasnt good though, he had no brain activity. His wife waited until his Mum flew into town before they turned off the machine.
He had complained to his wife earlier in the night of stepping on a dogs bone, it appears that is when the snake got him, the doctors found the marks. If it was known to be a snake bite he would still be here.
Through the week I organise a trailer and wheels to go and get the Charger, in the meantime I have been eyeing of a 1952 chevy ute but not known who owned it (was stored at the back of a business yard)
On Friday I get a call, a mate tells me "I have a number for the chevy - and I reckon he is keen to sell"
I give the guy a call and after a quick chat I ask if he wants to sell the ute, he tells me :yeah I am moving to Brisbane and cant be bothered moving it all" I ask how much and he tells me $200.00
I quickly say yes and then he tells me "I have the chassis at home - it has been sandblasted and powdercoated, I also have the engine and gearbox, they have both been reconditioned, you can have them too"
Saturday arvo I head off in search of the Charger, 401 kls from my driveway I pull up infront of it and start getting wheels back on it.
With full intentions of sleeping the night on the trailer I set myself the task of getting the Charger on its feet and lined up with the trailer before setting up camp.
I get this done with about 15 minutes till dark, time to set up camp, first I better get a fire going, dig a hole, build a fire, Damn - left the matches at home, try to use the car cigarette lighter, still no go.
After 20 minutes of swearing I decide I may as well load up and head home.
Quickly and easier than expected the Charger is loaded, packed and off I head, it is now 8.15pm
The road where the car was is 51kls and with the car on the trailer the corrugations where so bad I could only do 20 - 25 kph.
So I get back to the Lasseter highway (to the rock) and start heading home, I quickly realise why everyone says not to drive that road at night - within 20kls I have seen about 100 kangaroos.
Eventaully I hit one and decide that this is crazy, time to sleep, it is about 10.20pm
I roll out the swag and get into bed, after laying there for 5 minutes all I could think of was that bloody "Wolf creek" movie.
So swag is back in the car and I am off again, watching the fuel gauge I realise I wont get back to Alice so I will refuel at Ernabella. I roll into Ernabella service station 20 minutes after they have closed, after another 20 mintes of swearing I park the car and trailer so they form a V shape and roll the swag out in the middle (dont want to get run over).
I wake up at 5.00am and wait till 7.00 for the servo to open, finally fueled up I head home.
Getting home I unload everything and here is a pic.
I take some time off work and attend Shorty's funeral on Wednesday, a great service that was held at the Finke race start/finish line.
A local rider rode Shoty's race motor bike into the finishline on the track, then after the service he left again with the chequered flag.
The wake was held at the Motocross track around the corner from me (close to Shorty's house too) and the last people stagger home at 1.00am after a great night (the way he would have wanted it)
Fast forward now to today, I get myself organised and get the chevy home, I havent got the Chassis, engine or gearbox yet.
Sitting at the traffic ligts with the chev on the trailer an old fella winds his window down and says "I know where there is another one of those" I get him to pull over and he gives me directions, turns out to be only about 45kls from home so I decide once unpacked I will go for a look.
Here is the chev
I head out bush again and here is what I find
It turns out that this is a 46 or 48 year model and is totaly different (might have same tailgate)
I am going to grab the tailgate and any shiny bits that I may use.
Sorry about the long winded story, I am not looking for sympathy but felt I needed to say it all, sorta get it of my chest so to speak.
What a fortnight
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