While I think of what to write, I'll just go to the kitchen for an ice pop.
That was lovely (Mango), right where was I? Oh yes vehicles.
I took my fork lift licence the other month, that was fun, can't wait to start lifting stuff. That wasn't actually that interesting, but like I said, 'My Blog'.
This next tale I'm going to tell actually starts with my dad, whenever he used to build things, they used to stay built, he would make them larger stronger and more indestructible than anything that went before them. Apart from his shed floor of course, but no-one really wants to hear about that now do they?
The reason I told you that, was to tell you this, I built a kennel for my dog, Cookie, he is a cross Labrador and Golden Retriever.
Here he is trying to cover my computer chair in hair, which I might add he seems to accomplish with relative ease.
The problem came when it was time to move houses, From Mundaring to Kalamunda, just in case you weren't paying attention. The reason was that I'd attached his kennel to his pen, so that he could run around in the pen or go into the kennel for shelter. The problem was that it wouldn't fit into the van , so I had to dismantle the pen and carry the kennel on the car, which seems to be of proportions hitherto reserved for my dad's mammoth building projects.
The question you have to ask yourself is "how often would you see a sight like this? (again, click for larger view)
Before anybody quips with a response to the blog, no, it wasn't dog fishing.The next thing I'm going to mention is a track called the powerlines, it is a famous off-roading track in the Perth hills, it was the original route used to supply power to the saw mills in Sawyers Valley (Not very inventive the Ozzies when it comes to names*)
Any way these powerlines are 30 KM of very rough terrain that is a favourite of ozzies that like to drive the track, really for the sake of driving the track.
This is one particularly hazard part of the track
Here is the boss, trying out her suspension
Me trying out my daredevil driving skills.
For the record, I'm nearly as brave as Michelle.
One final one of my son trying to put the rear axle in orbit.
I was going to post a video to show how hot it was, I had the camera phone, car and egg ready to fry an egg on the bonnet, it worked apart from the fact that I had set the camera phone to picture instead of video. Might try to do that again at a later date.
*In fact a lot of names are either borrowed from English, Scottish or Welsh name places. For example, there is a Midland, High Wycombe, Derby, York, Carlisle, not to mention Perth itself. Those names that aren't borrowed are shamelessly left as they are, from original, aboriginal, such as Coober Pedy, which is a famous town housing one of the world's largest opal mines, the literal translation is "White man in a hole"
Till the next time "G'day Cobber"
(Actually no-one ever says cobber, except in the travel guides)
