It was as if the almighty had wreaked his revenge for the Priscilla theme night at the Silverton Hotel the previous night. The sight of 140 men dressed as tacky women and 60 women dressing up as men dressing as tacky women would have angered any higher being.
We were 300km out of Silverton on our way to Marree, one leg of the Shitbox Rally, when the Weekend Australian BA Falcon ute bottomed out on a giant culvert, putting a hole in the sump a small child and his dog could crawl through. Oil dumped onto the ground, the oil pressure warning light telegraphed disaster and the engine smelt like it was on fire — which it was.
My quick thinking saved the day. Thinking the ute was about to explode, we turned off the engine and ran screaming into the bush.