Isis Mill Number 5
We headed off to Bundaberg again yesterday for our regular stationary fix at Office Works. Between Childers and Bundaberg the highway crosses several cane lines at crossings that are well-protected by flashing lights and bells.
Both crossings are on long straight stretches so it’s pretty hard to miss the lights and bells but, as I mentioned here after our last trip to Bundie, there are idiots who do miss them and once again, yesterday was no exception.
We were bopping along with nothing very close behind when the lights at the first crossing out of Childers went off. Toni began to slow as I started rummaging around for my camera … and the lumbering 4WD that was a couple of hundred metres back before we began to slow started to overtake.
Fortunately the driver of said 4WD finally woke up to what those flashing lights and ringing bells really meant and managed to pull up just before he got past us. That meant that instead of photographing a bloody mangled mess – and possibly having the wreckage pushed into our car - I got to grab this photo of Isis Mill Number 5 heading for the mill with a very long rake of loaded cane wagons.
I am now coming to the firm believe that the size of the vehicle that some people drive is in direct inverse proportion to the size of their penis and the size of their brain … both of which are probably so small they would be difficult to find without the help of some visual aids.