Saturday 3 March

Notes from the Midnight Cowboy: Despite this song being a part of the nightly song list of the long haul we never took it literally and had truck races up the highway…..honestly we didn’t.

In fact due to the cameras and checks along the Hume Highway these days such a race would be nearly impossible in both cars and trucks. However the Hume is one of the few highways in this country with such checking and I rarely drove that highway so races were possible, and often fun, but of course I wouldn’t have participated.

At the Somerton depot, Billy’d loaded up his rig
When a driver walked up to him, introduced himself as Nick
Well “Nick the Flash’ had the reputation, the fastest rig around
And said, “Hey Billy where’re you headed?”, Billy said, “To Sydney Town”

Nick the Flash just grinned a grin, and said, “Well come along
500 bucks says I’ll beat you there”, well Billy said, “You’re on”
And as Nick drove off, he laughed out loud, “The 500’s mine”
Billy climbed up in his rig, and headed up behind

Billy reached Hamburger Hill, but he was overweight
So he listened for the news, they’d closed the Broadford plate
As he jammed it into gear, he cursed his rotten luck
He reckoned he had 50ks, hard ride to catch him up

They ran to the border and on to Gundagai, duelling rigs like thunder, rollin’ through the night
North to Marulan, and on to Sydney Town, rebels on the highway, hell bent and glory bound

When Billy reached the Albury cameras, he turned off all his lights
An’ he passed through undetected, and on to Gundagai
When he cross the hills to Coolac, the rain came belting down
The road was greasy, jack-knife hell, but Billy held his ground

Marulan was his biggest gamble, to the weigh bridge he was bound
A logbook check, and barbie plate, he knew they’d shut him down
And he prayed to his maker, the station would be closed
Lady luck was smiling, and onward Billy rode

They ran to the border and on to Gundagai, duelling rigs like thunder, rollin’ through the night
North to Marulan, and on to Sydney Town, rebels on the highway, hell bent and glory bound

A few miles out of Campbelltown, his foot flat to the floor
Billy drew up ever closer, and sat on Nick’s back door
And side by side, K by K, the mighty diesels strained
And they passed a sign, “Road Works Ahead, Form A Single Lane”

The thundered on, neck and neck,neither giving in
With so much riding on it, to waver was a sin
Then at the final moment, Nick lost his nerve and braked
Billy ran his rig to victory, the new king of the Hume Highway

They ran to the border and on to Gundagai, duelling rigs like thunder, rollin’ through the night
North to Marulan, and on to Sydney Town, rebels on the highway

They ran to the border and on to Gundagai, duelling rigs like thunder, rollin’ through the night
North to Marulan, and on to Sydney Town, rebels on the highway
Rebels on the highway, hell bent and glory bound

Glory Bound Travis Sinclair.

Tuesday 12 September

Another quiet town, another quick delivery.
I could do these all night, actually no I couldn’t they are bloody annoying
Takes longer to get out of the truck and unlock everything than it does to do the delivery
And all for five loaves of bread
Oh great another local drunk sitting on the kerb, don’t these people have anything better to do?
Hope he’s not in for a chat, I don’t need such enticing conversations at this time of the morning.
Oh well can’t avoid him, gotta get out now.

Phew back in the truck and ready to go.
Fancy that idiot asking me for a ride, as if I’m going to haul some drunk around all morning.
Off we go.
Up a gear, up a gear up a gear up a gear, prepare to turn, indicator on, turn
What the fuck is that in the mirror
Holy crap! Has that stupid moron climbed on the back of the truck?
Brake, down gear, down gear.
Bloody hell when will these morons learn.

Midnight Cowboy

Midnight Cowboy