Sweet Ride

My diary entry from 2004 is smudged where I have written the name of this Outback Myth… I do however have the name of his car, Sweet Ride. ”We are stopped at some random petrol station in the middle of the Pilbara region of Western Australia. I sit in the cruiser while Trent fills up, depressed as I watch the price tick over $160, yet again. In my daydreaming I don’t quite comprehend the whirl wind of red dust approaching from the side road, like the personal storm of the Looney Tunes Tasmanian Devil. The dust pulls to a sharp stop opposite us and I stare open-mouthed, taking in the full beauty of this vehicle in all its flame decorated yellow glory. Sweet Ride with her front window smashed and her bonnet held down with rope is ‘Outback Myth’s’ pride and joy. Covered head to toe in red dust, picking bugs out of his teeth and in a jovial ‘she’ll be right’ mood, he is chuffed at my interest in taking his photograph. Paying for his petrol and rattling off into the sunset with a ‘just got to watch out for the road trains, they throw up rocks the size of dogs balls’.”