Monday, July 5, 2010

tyre capers

On going into White Cliffs on friday 4.7.10 from Broken Hill we suffered a
blown tyre and made it there on the spare tyre only realise, to get
the blown tyre repaired we would have had to have stayed there until
Tuesday.

So we decided today (sunday ) to run the guantlet and head for Cobar (350Km
away) to get new tyres for the back (we already have new tyres on the
front when we left Sydney), as fate would have it... we left White
Cliffs at 9am this morning and were on the way to Cobar, when 20km
out, our spare blew!!!

With a few dramas with the mobile coverage and the NRMA (2 hours
later) we managed to get a tow to Cobar to a tyre shop, where we
thought we would have to wait outside for the the night (being a
sunday and all) to get new tyres for monday. BUT, as luck would have
it, the tyre shops owner happened to be there and he kindly fixed and
fitted our tyres for us on the spot (his name was Honest Don, true
name), maybe not not so honest, because he charged us $444.00 for
three tyres (sunday rates I put it down to).


Soon after we checked into the local camp site and hooked on the power, Matt made dinner and we had a big glass of cheap red vino to settle our nerves; what a day...

Saturday, July 3, 2010


Overlooking Broken Hill



dear friends; what an exciting first week we have had on our trip; We are presently in White Cliffs in west NSW;opal country; and on

the way here from Broken hill we had a bit of a calamity; let me explain that until yesterday, Matt was the sole driver of our lovely van; so on the very quiet road to White Cliffs yesterday, around 4.30pm, Matt suggested I have a quick drive. As I have driven all types of vehicles in my time I said OK; Off we went, and on reaching 80km the van rear started to 'fish tail' and Matt advised me that I was using the power steering 'too hard', so I eased up a bit and it stopped. But on seeing Matt's look of worry I asked him if he would prefer to drive again, and he of course said yes! After 5 mins of Matt's driving we heard a weired tut,tut,tut noise and pulled over to find our rear back left tyre had started to shred! And it had gone very, very flat... Matt looked aghast, but remembering my ranger days, said 'Ok honey, Let's find the jack...'

Dear chums, I am hear to tell you this was at 4.50pm as the light was going and by 5.25pm we had the spare tyre on; Thank the gods for a husband with muscles eh?