The Road Trip - Chapter 1
Are we all sitting comfortably?
Well then I'll begin...
We were supposed to set off on our Grand Tour at 9am... we finally left at 10am which really isn't too bad all things considered. Especially when you consider that the things to be considered include stuffing one small-ish Zafira and one medium-sized-ish trailer with all the essentials for a 3 week camping trip for 2 insane adults and four children of differing annoyingnesses. And when you also consider that one of the things to be considered is the fact that MrB had spent an ENTIRE day of his 3 day prep time creating an elaborate system of knots and pulleys to keep the tarp on the damn trailer.
Grrr....
We checked the lights, we checked the indicators, we stuffed the car with the correct number of children and set off!
We pulled out of our street.
The indicators stopped working.
We pulled into the next street, the indicators still didn't work.
We pulled over. Miss O piped up "ARE WE AT POSSUMBOY'S HOUSE NOW?"
Grrrr.....
We found an auto-electrician open and had him take a gander at the fuse-box. Turns out Mr Holden is a cheapskate, and although he says in his little manual that the indicator is a 15 amp fuse, he had decided in his miserly wisdom to only use a 10 amp one. Which promptly blew the minute we added the trailer into the mix. The 'auto-electrician' pulled out a 'spare' fuse and the indicators worked fine. Yay! Except we soon discovered that the 'spare' was actually for the 'ignition'...
Grrrr....
After a quick stop at Supercheap Auto, we were finally on our way - leaving the Gong just before midday.
Grrr... This amount of grr-ing at this early juncture - not a good omen, right?
Eh - It was OK once we hit the road, making good time and singing lots of lovely driving holiday songs before stopping at Goulburn for lunch.
Cue Miss O "Are we are at Possumboy's House?"
This is going to be a very. long. holiday.
Well then I'll begin...
We were supposed to set off on our Grand Tour at 9am... we finally left at 10am which really isn't too bad all things considered. Especially when you consider that the things to be considered include stuffing one small-ish Zafira and one medium-sized-ish trailer with all the essentials for a 3 week camping trip for 2 insane adults and four children of differing annoyingnesses. And when you also consider that one of the things to be considered is the fact that MrB had spent an ENTIRE day of his 3 day prep time creating an elaborate system of knots and pulleys to keep the tarp on the damn trailer.
Grrr....
We checked the lights, we checked the indicators, we stuffed the car with the correct number of children and set off!
We pulled out of our street.
The indicators stopped working.
We pulled into the next street, the indicators still didn't work.
We pulled over. Miss O piped up "ARE WE AT POSSUMBOY'S HOUSE NOW?"
Grrrr.....
We found an auto-electrician open and had him take a gander at the fuse-box. Turns out Mr Holden is a cheapskate, and although he says in his little manual that the indicator is a 15 amp fuse, he had decided in his miserly wisdom to only use a 10 amp one. Which promptly blew the minute we added the trailer into the mix. The 'auto-electrician' pulled out a 'spare' fuse and the indicators worked fine. Yay! Except we soon discovered that the 'spare' was actually for the 'ignition'...
Grrrr....
After a quick stop at Supercheap Auto, we were finally on our way - leaving the Gong just before midday.
Grrr... This amount of grr-ing at this early juncture - not a good omen, right?
Eh - It was OK once we hit the road, making good time and singing lots of lovely driving holiday songs before stopping at Goulburn for lunch.
Cue Miss O "Are we are at Possumboy's House?"
This is going to be a very. long. holiday.
Labels: The Road Trip
posted by actonb at 2:15 pm
5 Comments:
Did the road trip get better from there? Can't wait to read about your time in Melbourne...
you are quite simply insane. insane! i hope the rest of the trip is/was more enjoyable.
How reassuring that the auto-electrician is so knowledgeable about his job. I got a flat the other day and the auto-assistance people didnt even have a jack! What good is a service that makes you provide your own jack!
KR,
What do you mean, they didn't have a jack? What kind of useless service is that???
AB,
This must be infectious as Grizzlewick has since started this when we are on short trips to places he has been several thousand times. Not that I'm finger pointing at Miss O, who is ever-so-delightful.
PS you realise that if you blog in detail about your holiday you will give away the location of my secret lair*, don't you? ; )
* surrounded by the bones of AHVs, and accessible only through a large spider-web, Indiana Jones-style.
Did the girls comment on the phone-box sized testicles on the giant merino in Goulburn?
Just curious.
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