Wednesday, December 28, 2011

"TOUGHIE" GOES TO QUEENSLAND


HOLDEN BARINA (alias Chevrolet Sonic) - dubbed ""TOUGHIE" by virtue of its appearance.
When the opportunity to "house sit" for three weeks after Christmas arose, it was truly Providential. We already had the intention of seeing our Son and his family as close as possible to Christmas, in order to bring  our grandchildren their gifts in good time.In addition, we had a couple of days business to complete in Brisbane. The three weeks would give us good opportunities to enjoy the company of the Dixons Jnr and also to catch up with our many friends in the "Urbs Beata".

So we set about making our plans to drive the just on 1,000 Kms North, leaving Sydney on the day following Boxing Day. It would also give us a very good opportunity to give our new car , the latest model Holden Barina (known in the USA as a Chevrolet Sonic). The engine and drivetrain used in our car are Belgian and different to those used in the Sonic version, providing 85Kw of power and using a 6 speed auto. Transmission.

We set out as early as possible on Tuesday. For us that meant 5.30 a.m. ! To achieve that early start, I had foregone shaving and so we set off with "Toughie", as I have dubbed the new car- in view of its somewhat aggressive stance on the road( see picture above).

The car proved to be a gem, with very comfortable seating, great handling,ample power and a silky smooth transmission.The cruise control made light work of maintaining the 110/100 kmph speed limits along most of the route. We habitually use the inland New England Highway which bypasses the suburbs of Newcastle an hour North of Sydney.It also has the advantage of passing through significant large country towns at convenient intervals for rest and refreshment breaks.

After only half an hour on our way we broke our normal rules and had some breakfast at McDonalds! We were quickly on our way, and reached Tamworth at 10.20 am, 383 km to the North of Sydney. Our attempts to get something decent to eat, were thwarted by the fact that Tuesday was a Public Holiday (in lieu of the one "lost" by virtue of Christmas Day falling on a Sunday). This meant that all the good Coffee Shops in this small city of 60,000 people, and a major highway stopping place for Sydney to Brisbane traffic, we're closed due to their inability to make a profit when paying holiday Penalty Rates to their casual staff! What a crazy situation! Protecting the workers with higher pay means in reality that they lose a day's pay.

We sped on, having lost twenty minutes for nothing. Outside Tamworth just beyond the town of Kootingal lies the two stage , long,stiff climb of the Moonbi Ranges. The car handled it with ease whilst maintaining around 90kmph dictated by several tight curves. At Armidale, 110 Kms further North, we arrived at 12.10 and found one decent coffee shop open in a shopping centre -all the shops in Armidale as in Tamworth were doing a roaring trade in Post Christmas sales , and were able to bear the Penalty Rates! By 12.50, rested and well fed and refreshed, we were on our way again.

I continued to be impressed by the car's performance.We decided to make our next stop at Warwick across the Queensland border. However having crossed the border, we revised our plan in order to minimise delays from traffic, and decided to stop at Vincenzo's Cafe/Restaurant and Italian goods and local produce store. Quite an unusual place and good value , in our experience. After 9 hours and 20 minutes"on the road" we were in need of refreshment and I must certainly have been looking somewhat the worse for wear. Imagine my surprise, after a long cool lemon juice I went to the Gelato Bar to complete the job with a Gelato each for my wife and me. As I was being served my Three Summer Fruits Gelato, my eye was caught by a superbly styled and colored Polo Shirt on the chap next in line. Just the colour shirt  I've been looking for, thought I. Looking discreetly to see who the wearer was, it occurred to me that he seemed remotely familiar.And, as my Gelati were handed to me and I left the counter, I tried to get a clarifying glance and found him giving me a  puzzled look,as if unsure if he knew me.He gave me a half nod,as though wishing to avoid the embarrassment of a mistake. I returned the uncertain nod and that was that. But driving away from the Cafe/Restaurant and resuming our high speed run toward Brisbane I became sure that I KNEW that face. It was in fact a German FACEBOOK Friend,whom I met in 2009 when he was of heroic assistance to  Robyn and me. He is a very fine young man, and I was really upset to have been so slow in making the identification- but it goes to show how complex our powers of  recognition are. To my memory banks "this person" was on the other side of the world , and not a valid consideration in their range of possibilities. Further, despite FB photos on our Pages, we had only met face to face for 10 minutes over two years ago. I am looking forward to discussing our "meeting" and apologizing for my slow wits at the time , and my no doubt rather dishevelled appearance! Imagine missing the opportunity to talk with a Friend one really admires, and at the end of the Earth!

As we travelled on through Warwick and down through Cunningham's  Gap, where vast amounts of money are being spent to do yet another temporary fix on the unstable climbing road, which is regularly washed out by torrential rains and collapsing cliffs, I had to think how this short term penny-pinching was ultimately hugely wasteful. Obviously, what is required is a tunnel through the the Range, with perhaps a high level approach bridge. But it will probably take a massive tragedy in loss of life before what needs to be done, is done.

After reaching the levels of the coastal plain at the foot of the Ranges,there is a 100km stretch of road that is almost totally level and   largely straight. It was eerie-the engine could not be heard, our capsule on wheels proceeded along at its Cruise Controlled 100kmph in this absolute silence.Even wind noise and tyre noise were absent, due to the particular road surface in this section. In fact it was becoming unnerving until we encountered the two slight uphill grades which briefly caused the revs to climb to an audible level.

Beyond that, we entered the Brisbane area and the massive complexity of the new construction of the Ipswich Motorway just as an impressive  torrential downpour broke over the area. This followed us along for the next half hour as we closed in on the City centre, somehow, despite the poor visibility in the teeming rain, we arrived safely at our"home" for the next three weeks . We can literally thank God for our Guardian Angels and their care! 964Kms in 12hrs 32mins including  1hr 30 mins for Stops - an average speed on the road of 87 kmph.

Alas no Autobahnen for OZ.

Now for a holiday, marred only by the difficulties of getting the Internet connection right! Which, as this post shows, I have finally done.

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