Post by Struth on Nov 16, 2023 8:30:27 GMT 8
Good Moaning.
A couple of days ago I loaded up a single trailer of Hay to deliver to a customer in between Rockhampton and Yeppoon.
Just a single trailer, what bliss. (The cane is finished)
Driving an ordinary single around is like being in a sports car compared to the usual b doubles and road train work.
But we load them up high, all legal of course..................................
So off I trotted, down the goat track that the single lane Bruce Highway is.
I rang up the customer when it got to a time most ordinary people get out of bed and she started describing how I may be able to get into her property.
It just so happens that the government has decided that the road between Yeppoon and Rockhampton must be four lanes, but not only that, it must be separated by large areas of land between the different directions.
This, apparently, while the Bruce highway remains a single lane goat track of disrepair, is of the utmost urgency and no adjustments to the plan will be tolerated.
So they made their plans go right through the houses on the rural properties next to the old road.
A road which could have just been kept and resurfaced as one side of the four lane, but no....
My customer and all her neighbours had somehow built houses just where QMR had to put their new road.
It also had to go through their dam and stock yards.
Miles of nothing around them.
Without going into the details too much, just to get the load up to where they are now camping in an old caravan, took about three quarters of an hour and it was only about 3 k's from the road, to the only flat spot they had levelled for a shed and where their caravan now was, near their hastily erected stock yards.
And it's bloody dry all abouts.
It was a dust bowl for them.
It took us way longer to unload as her hubby was doing other things and she was a brilliant, staunch lady who attempted to unload the truck before I offered to drive her tractor.
She was not physically anything to write home about, but she was a beautiful person, and I spied, under her hat like an old style Bonnet, and behind her John Denver Glasses, that she even had a bit of eye liner and lippy on...... out in that heat and dust.
She was full of integrity, and their home had been demolished by lazy, arrogant and vindictive arseholes in Government, and our taxes used to attack her and her family as they are doing to all of us.
I got back into my airconditioned Western star and she continued on trying to rebuild her life in the dust.
I'll most likely never see those people again.
But I will never forget them.
And I will never forgive the government.
A couple of days ago I loaded up a single trailer of Hay to deliver to a customer in between Rockhampton and Yeppoon.
Just a single trailer, what bliss. (The cane is finished)
Driving an ordinary single around is like being in a sports car compared to the usual b doubles and road train work.
But we load them up high, all legal of course..................................
So off I trotted, down the goat track that the single lane Bruce Highway is.
I rang up the customer when it got to a time most ordinary people get out of bed and she started describing how I may be able to get into her property.
It just so happens that the government has decided that the road between Yeppoon and Rockhampton must be four lanes, but not only that, it must be separated by large areas of land between the different directions.
This, apparently, while the Bruce highway remains a single lane goat track of disrepair, is of the utmost urgency and no adjustments to the plan will be tolerated.
So they made their plans go right through the houses on the rural properties next to the old road.
A road which could have just been kept and resurfaced as one side of the four lane, but no....
My customer and all her neighbours had somehow built houses just where QMR had to put their new road.
It also had to go through their dam and stock yards.
Miles of nothing around them.
Without going into the details too much, just to get the load up to where they are now camping in an old caravan, took about three quarters of an hour and it was only about 3 k's from the road, to the only flat spot they had levelled for a shed and where their caravan now was, near their hastily erected stock yards.
And it's bloody dry all abouts.
It was a dust bowl for them.
It took us way longer to unload as her hubby was doing other things and she was a brilliant, staunch lady who attempted to unload the truck before I offered to drive her tractor.
She was not physically anything to write home about, but she was a beautiful person, and I spied, under her hat like an old style Bonnet, and behind her John Denver Glasses, that she even had a bit of eye liner and lippy on...... out in that heat and dust.
She was full of integrity, and their home had been demolished by lazy, arrogant and vindictive arseholes in Government, and our taxes used to attack her and her family as they are doing to all of us.
I got back into my airconditioned Western star and she continued on trying to rebuild her life in the dust.
I'll most likely never see those people again.
But I will never forget them.
And I will never forgive the government.
