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So get a phone call from the father in law saying we're stuck. Can we come and pull him out. Ok, first offroad experience in the new beasty.
Pick him up and go back to his place to pick up a tow rope, get that and a couple of jacks just in case. Now a few hours before hand I've cleared out the back to sort through what I need to carry, and what I don't need.
I had two axes a shovel a tow rope and various bit and pieces all sitting in the house to go in the back but as is my luck I've walk out and forgot them.
He says go this way we're not far in. I get about 25 feet in and now I'm bogged to the axles!! New tyres better suited to wet muddy soft conditions is now on the christmas list.
We're stuck in about two feet of water and mud that my old beasty sailed through a couple of hours before hand. So we get the jacks out and start a walking to get old beasty out.
I grab my $30 bunnings wind up torch out (best $30 I've ever spent) and start staggering through the mud and darkness. We get to the beasty and three out of four wheels are axle deep in soft ground.
We start jacking and digging and packing wheels to try and get some traction all to no avail. The battery has gone flat because they've left the lights on and the interior lights blazing away. Good thing he had a spare battery strapped in the back.
Jumper cables out and no go on that score. Swap batteries and away she fires. Now back to finding traction. Boards lumps of concrete and a full bag of hardened cement we finally get it moved. Now to turn beasty around we have to reverse back trying to miss the bog holes. He rips it back straight into two trees, not much damage apart from a bump in the bumper. Maybe next time I yell stop he'll listen.
Finally get back to the new beasty, which is conveniently parked right in the middle of the track. As he wheels up the side of the new beasty the arse end decides to slip down the ruts and I'm just waiting for the bang to go with it. Doesn't come.
Now we have to pull me out of the bog while still half in it himself. This is not going well. My beasty won't budge. Until he starts yanking it forward in spurts. Yay I'm free.
Now all up it's 3 hours later and two very muddy Pajeros head off in opposite directions.
The moral of the story is, buy a bloody winch!! It makes a bad night less bad and may put some fun into it.
Pick him up and go back to his place to pick up a tow rope, get that and a couple of jacks just in case. Now a few hours before hand I've cleared out the back to sort through what I need to carry, and what I don't need.
I had two axes a shovel a tow rope and various bit and pieces all sitting in the house to go in the back but as is my luck I've walk out and forgot them.
He says go this way we're not far in. I get about 25 feet in and now I'm bogged to the axles!! New tyres better suited to wet muddy soft conditions is now on the christmas list.
We're stuck in about two feet of water and mud that my old beasty sailed through a couple of hours before hand. So we get the jacks out and start a walking to get old beasty out.
I grab my $30 bunnings wind up torch out (best $30 I've ever spent) and start staggering through the mud and darkness. We get to the beasty and three out of four wheels are axle deep in soft ground.
We start jacking and digging and packing wheels to try and get some traction all to no avail. The battery has gone flat because they've left the lights on and the interior lights blazing away. Good thing he had a spare battery strapped in the back.
Jumper cables out and no go on that score. Swap batteries and away she fires. Now back to finding traction. Boards lumps of concrete and a full bag of hardened cement we finally get it moved. Now to turn beasty around we have to reverse back trying to miss the bog holes. He rips it back straight into two trees, not much damage apart from a bump in the bumper. Maybe next time I yell stop he'll listen.
Finally get back to the new beasty, which is conveniently parked right in the middle of the track. As he wheels up the side of the new beasty the arse end decides to slip down the ruts and I'm just waiting for the bang to go with it. Doesn't come.
Now we have to pull me out of the bog while still half in it himself. This is not going well. My beasty won't budge. Until he starts yanking it forward in spurts. Yay I'm free.
Now all up it's 3 hours later and two very muddy Pajeros head off in opposite directions.
The moral of the story is, buy a bloody winch!! It makes a bad night less bad and may put some fun into it.
. Oh dear!
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