via Daily Prompt: Percussive
We were waiting to make a dash for the car. It had been raining all afternoon, and now into the night. The rain was percussive, it was pinging off the metal of the car bodies, drumming on the bitumen, splashing in the puddles, and sounding like a rivet gun on the awning where stood. I love rain, it’s a sign of life, hope for life to come. Rain is refreshing, like petrichor, the smell ofrain on summer scorched earth. When I was a kid, I loved running around in the rain. I still don’t mind bush walking in the rain.
I love the sound of rain too, that percussion on a tin roof! I find gentle rain quite comforting, it’s like natures mantra.
And the song always comes to mind: ‘I Can See Clearly Now The Rain Has Gone.’ It’s like the rain somehow intervenes in my life, it overwhelms my senses, enables me to refocus. In some way, rain helps me to be more vulnerable, but most especially in the bush.
via Daily Prompt: Clutch
There’s more than the clutch that’s gone – most of the working parts are missing, stripped out over fifty years or more. Whoever abandoned it wasn’t in the position to reclaim it or fix it, and unlike today’s environmental concern there was no thought to that either. This one was a home for spiders and reptiles, so it was redeemed in that sense. Plus it has given back to many a passerby in that era, a battery, rims and tyres, gear box, steering wheel, cables and more. I can’t be certain but I think the birds took the stuffing from the seating as nesting material, the door was open so the invitation was there. This shell of a former car resides at Boondie Rock between Yellowdine and Koorarawalyee along the Boorrabin National Park (and near the Koora Retreat Centre).
The clutch hopefully went to a good cause, along with everything else. I like to think of it as recycling.
via Daily Prompt: Tentative
We had cattle on our farm some decades back, Herefords, quiet stock mostly. But moving vehicles make even the calmest cow skittish. This cow has not long given birth to this calf and is dutifully standing by. We tentatively crawled the car past so as not to disturb them or frighten the mother away. You can see from our tyre tracks on the road that we skirted them, and very slowly. I often wonder if the farmer managed to get them into the paddock that afternoon, and why she was on the road in the first place, certainly not the best place to give birth, but she seemd content. And so we moved on, wondering, trying to solve a puzzle we couldn’t answer. Life’s like that, we agonise and overthink everything, maybe the cow is more content.
via Daily Prompt: Thorny
You’re not just out in the back blocks, but Geoff, there’s no engine or wheels, you’re going nowhere mate 🙂 It would have been difficut for the person who abandoned the car some decades ago. But now its even more difficult for the environment, on the W.A. side there was a wreck every 1 – 2 kms between Laverton and Warakurna. And they’re just siting there clogging up the lanscape, rusting slowly, leaching plastic and rubber into the soil, broken glass and more. On the Northern Territory side they seem to tow them away, there were only two wrecks on that side in over a 1,000 kms by comparison. They don’t seem to have a problem with cleaning up in the Northern Territory, but in W.A. we sure do.
via Daily Prompt: Total
I think this car is a total write-off. It sits nearby Boondie Rock in the Boorabbin National Park, quietly rusting. I wonder what sort of life it had, and who owned it, why was it left?
via Daily Prompt: Puncture
Back in 2009 Lyn and I went away for a coupe of days to celebrate our Wedding Anniversary. We went to a place called Watson’s Way B&B north-east of Mukinbudin and near Berimbooding Rock. It was a wonderful time and we were well looked after there. But we nearly didn’t get home. We were heading home after lunch, we had done 50km and were just past Bonnie Rock when the a tyre went on the car (my work vehicle). I thought, this won’t be difficult. It wasn’t but it did get a surprise when I opened the boot because the only prospect was what is known as a ‘space saver tyre.’
It was still over 20km into Mukinbudin, and the recommended tyre usage was a travel speed of 80 kms, weighted against the time ticking away to get to a tyre repair place in Mukinbudin. The space saver tyre had all the appeal of the wrong item about it. It didn’t even look like it could do the job of a tyre let alone survive the distance, and if the tyre service in Mukinbudin couldn’t fit a new tyre, it was 79 kms back into Merredin where we lived. I had visions of having to thumb a ride.
Fortunately the tyre service in Mukinbudin had the relevant replacement. Upon investigation, the cause was a puncture caused by a tek screw.
The upshot has been that I now ask when buying, borrowing, or accepting a work vehicle – does it have a proper spare tyre. Space savers are great for saving space, they work well in the city, but not on gravel roads or rough country roads.