Again this is post is brought to you in the immortal words of Ross (AKA GULL), interlaced with comments from home PA (Trina)
All work up with apprehension and as to what was on the cards for us today.
As suggested to us yesterday, we left early .8.00 and set of for the Scrutineering of the Snot Rocket.
Arrived there—WOW 1st car to be done. (Can't say TEAM AFRO isn't keen )
All paperwork in order, mechanical all passed inspection.
OK then now let’s test the Emergency lights and sirens etc.
Switched them on—oh what the?? Where all this smoke coming from— Holly Heck the control box is is smoking—sorry boys must fix the flashing lights before approval.
Moved off the rank and played electricians == removed all instrumentation and controls, identified the errant cable, after a bit of hassle and some degree of frustrated anxiety all was fixed.
Ok sir, please look at our car now—OK off you go.
On the way home some of the boys were a little concerned with the noise or humming that was again coming from under the car.
Returned to the motel and decided to go do some shopping in town. As Laurie did not have “formal” Opp Shop outfit we went to Vinnies and found sevarel outfits that were most complimentary to both Laurie’s and Rob’s needs.
Returned to motel and Darren and Rob got under the Snot Rocket and fund that the bracket that old the gearbox in place was bent—thanks again to the fork lift—darn.
After much trouble and a little bit more frustration we managed to forcefully bend the 5mm thick steel and bolted it in place.
At 3pm we returned to the scrutineering site for our Basic CPR and Mandatory New Driver Training.
All was interesting and informative.
At the site Rob went for a drive with one of the mechanics with an all is ok and should not really be a problem.
Returned to motel, fill up with fuel and the spare Jerry can.
All of us went to the Catholic Cathedral—Sacred Heart—most impressive very Victorian and wonderfully presented. It was a joy to be in such a special place.
All got ready to attend the formal evening at the town hall.
Well all the boys got dressed into Bad Taste outfits ill fitting putrid coloured shirts and coats and wouldn’t you know it the Safari suit is back in vogue-
Well let me tell you—Laurie look like a refugee from the 70's and to boot he looked like an out of date vagrant.
Rob and his fur collared coat (ladies coat that is) and Orange shirt and yellow tie—looked very appealing—if you are an orang tang that is.
Ross with his purple shirt, purple tie and purple coat look just like an out of date cow cocky (where was your trusty hat Ross) on a night on the town.…(Darren must have got it right - no comments? )
Proceed by foot to the Dinner—the stares and comments from passers by was both intimidating and reassuring that we really looked like dags—
At the dinner we sat with a group of other Queenslanders and Peta, one of the Camp Quality puppeteers.
Many people started to attach objects to hydrogen balloons and let them float to the ceiling.
Ross being a clever fellow decided to attach a dinner bun to the 3 balloons on our table.
Sorry to say but the helium balloons will not levitate a dinner bun.
After many little nibbles eventually he ended up with a piece of bread the size of a 20cent piece and then it took off with Team Afro Was Here sticker attached.
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Of course all this nibbling and frustration caused much merriment to all at our table.
Check BOOGER MOBILE'S blogspot for pictures of this gravatational feat.- just click on the picture below.
At the end of the night we walked home seriously trying to avoid going past any hotels that may have had intoxicated patrons that may not have thought our attire appropriate we thought we looked beautiful especially Laurie.
Along the way numerous Team Afro stickers were placed on assorted surfaces, street signs, posts, traffic lights, statues, cafe umbrellas etc.
Got home and all prepared for bed early as we have a 0600hr start at the commencement of the Escapade.
