I have spent a few days stripping – the money is terrible but at least I don’t have to think too much ……
Now in case your minds have wandered off to the darker side, let me elaborate. I have been stripping old fences; old dilapidated fences that haven’t contained a beast for years. Instead of taking clothes off I am taking wire off fence-posts.
In our rocky hills this is the most mind-numbing of jobs; cutting and pulling off rusty wire, cursing barb as I try and roll it into coils, cursing high-tensile wire that springs in all directions but the one you are trying to send it, blah, blah, blah.
It was so bad this week I nearly drove over a cliff.
We don’t have many cliffs here at Coolatai but there is one spot above the sandstone walls on the creek that could fit that description.
I was stripping above this cliff one morning when, without much thought, (actually without any thought) I jumped into the ute, put it in neutral and let it roll forward (fence-numbed mind was thinking – “I don’t want to get all that long grass in the car as I shut the door”). Then, with the motor off, it kept rolling forward and was picking up a scary momentum headed for that cliff. My poor fenced-numb mind could then only think – “I must get this ute back in gear and stall it”.
I had completely forgotten about that middle peddle on the floor that is also known as a brake. I did manage to stall the vehicle without the brake before it made a spectacular descent and then I sat there for a few moments feeling very, very foolish.
I haven’t told Brian this little story so let’s keep it between ourselves and see how closely he reads this blog.