GG Spotted

It's not often I notice the Great and the Good out and about, but on the way back from Brisbane to Toowoomba today we were overtaken by a convoy which included the Governor-General (Quentin Bryce).

She was on her way to inspect the mess that is Laidley.

She was in a white Holden Senator with a crown where the number plate should be. I think the GG is the only person who gets around in a car without number plates.

It had a flag up front, but I couldn't see exactly what flag it was, as it went by too quickly.

On this section of the flood damaged Warrego Highway, the limit was down from the usual 100km/hr to 80km/hr, but the GGs driver didn't seem to have noticed.

What intrigued me was the 4WD (Toyota Prado) that held station about half a car length behind the GGs car. You can see it in the pic - taken on my iPhone.

No - I didn't take the shot - my passenger did. A zoom lens would have helped.

I'm not sure if the Prado was the security detail or a group of local authority people. Whichever, they were tailgating the GGs car.

That's a 3 point offence in sunny Queensland.

Not that we've seen much sun lately.

 

I wonder if he was booked?

Now that's something you don't see every day.....

(Alexandra Parade at Alexandra Headland).

 H/T MX5 Club - Sunshine Coast

Update - It's gone viral

Bloody Oswald

Oswald’s gone, but he’s not forgotten.

He’s stuffed up pretty much the whole eastern seaboard, and messed up the Australia Day celebrations more than somewhat.

He’s probably trying to tell us that we celebrate our nationhood on the wrong day.

It should be 3^rd December. The flag’s wrong too, but that’s another story.

The local damage was actually worse than 2010 (with the exception of the CBD flooding), as the wind gave Toowoomba a fair old touch-up.

Our backyard didn’t escape. I’ll have to wait for a day or two of sunshine to clean up the mess, as it’s too soggy to get the Ute in the backyard right now.

The other main inconvenience on the home front caused by Oswald is the dog. As a heeler, she’s an outside dog, but we put her inside because of the weather. She got bored, worked out how to get into the room for unclassifiable objects in the laundry, and had fun.

Cyclones

Brisbane looks bleak

Tonight I'm in Brisbane as the remnants of Cyclone Oswald batter Bundaberg.

It's slowly heading south, as these things always do. It's not a good time to be close to the coast, but this wasn't forecast when I planned the trip. The shot from our hotel balcony shows the descending gloom.

There are reports of tornadoes at Bargara. Apparently tornadoes in Australia are very different to what occurs in the USA. Here, they're usually triggered by windshear.

I guess it doesn't matter what the trigger is - if the bloody thing turns your house into splintered wood, it's not good.

I remember that experience - parts of our house being turned into splintered wood - even though it happened a very long time ago. I was 3 years old at the time, (March 13th 1950), but I still have strong and vivid memories.

My parents told the story often, which probably reinforced the memory.

At the time, my dad was principal at Carmila, and our family (my parents, and my 16 month old brother and I) lived in the school residence.

Back then, there was no weather radar, and the radio and the barometer were our warning system. I remember my dad phoning the local copper who had a barometer to get an idea of what was coming. Dad's response to the copper's report of the barometer reading was "the bottom's going to fall out of the bloody thing".

The full force of the blow struck in the early hours. Our neighbours' house was breaking up, so they made their way to our place dodging flying sheets of corrugated iron. They made it. A family about a quarter of a mile from us didn't. The daughter was killed, and her father injured when a tree was uprooted and fell on them as they ran for safety.

We finished up huddled in the kitchen under a sturdy oak table, as mum said the rosary.

In the early dawn light we saw that the gable end had been blown off the house, and there wasn't one sheet of iron left on the roof. Somehow, the school building emerged relatively unscathed, so it became our home for a while, shared with two other families who had lost their houses.

Apparently I was impressed by the waterlogged house, splashing around saying "Dis is da beach!"

We could see for miles as the trees that remained standing were shredded. There were dead animals (mostly possums) lying everywhere. A sheet of roofing iron was wrapped so tightly around a telephone pole that it stayed there for weeks until the right sort of cutting gear became available.

All help had to come in by rail, as the roads were beyond quick repair. A number of injured people were evacuated to Mackay on a special train.

The father of one of the families that stayed in the school with us was diagnosed with tuberculosis. Back then, this meant that all the bedclothes had to be burned. I can remember both the smell of the burning sheets, and my mother's distress at the destruction of her precious bed linen.

From memory, it was over a month before school started up properly again, although I recall dad running classes under the school whilst we (and the other evacuees) lived upstairs in the two classrooms.

Eventually things returned to normal, but I have an abiding respect for what the weather can do up here when it gets cranky.

We lived through a couple of big blows whilst in Townsville, but nothing as nasty as 1950.

Too Fat to Fly

An Easyjet fight from Liverpool's John Lennon Airport to Geneva the other day was delayed by an hour-and-a-half because the plane was 300kg overweight due to an 'exceptionally high proportion of male passengers'.

It finally got off the ground after the passengers had a whip around to raise the additional compensation necessary to persuade a handful of larger (and heavier) passengers to disembark. The airline was offering $150 AU, and this, apparently wasn’t enough.

This incident emphasises a number of factors which to my simple mind, are bizarre.

First of all, the margins are slim. If 300kg makes that much difference in an aircraft weighing 140000kg on takeoff, they must be.

Still, the market rules, and the carriers, especially the budget variety, milk every last dollar out of every last litre of avtur.

You would assume that weighing passengers might be a good idea. Baggage is weighed, after all. At least, checked baggage is. It has always intrigued me that carry-on baggage isn’t.

Flying Adelaide-Brisbane last week, I remember thinking that some of the carry-on baggage was simply ridiculous. Some of it wouldn’t fit into the overhead lockers. I wonder how much a typical planeload of carry-on baggage weighs.

As for the checked in baggage, a family in the queue ahead of me had a mind boggling amount. I reckon they would have needed a half tonne Ute to get it to the airport.

Here’s a thought.

How about the airlines asking for body weight to be provided when a booking is made? You’d only need an additional dialogue box on the webpage.

They could then charge on a sliding scale. The more you weigh, the more you pay.

Random weight checks could be done at the security queue. I always get taken out of the queue and checked (for explosives usually) which always makes me wonder how "random" the checks are - I reckon it's the beard.

Weighing passengers is completely logical. The heavier you are; the more expensive fuel is required to get you from A to B.

It would be a fascinating mathematical exercise to work out the average cost per kilometre for the full range of body weights. This could be factored into the ticket cost. If you’re slim, you fly for less than the average. If you’re chubby, you pay more.

It would also be a major motivator to stay slim.

I can imagine it now – a conversation between a couple of twenty-somethings at a restaurant – “Pass me the low-cal menu – I’m saving up to fly to London, and I’ve got six months to lose 15kg”.

Oh - and put an upper limit on the weights of both carry-on and checked baggage - no extra charge. If it's over the limit, it doesn't travel.

Incidentially, the airlines have an acronym for overweight passengers. They're called POS (persons of size).

Love it......

H/T - Plane Talking

Zen and the Art of Ute Ownership

Been driving the Ute for about three months now. I’ve clocked up 10000kms already, so obviously driving it is no hardship, given I have choice of three cars to drive.

In hindsight, buying it was a good decision, even if none of my kids has moved house this year. This is the first time in about four years that it hasn’t happened at this time of the year, and buying the Ute was designed to help with this.

The irony…….

Given that I bought it at auction for a song, I’ve had no regrets at all.

My initial concern was fuel consumption. After all, it’s a 3.6 litre V6; it weighs 1700kg, and has a fairly inefficient 4 speed auto.

It’s averaging between 11 and 12 litres per 100km mostly around town. That’s not too bad, as it needs 91 octane, not 95 octane as the MX5 did.

I was thinking about an LPG conversion, but haven’t sat down to do the sums. The subsidy is not as generous as it was, and LPG is now over 70cpl. I’ll work it out soon, and make a decision.

The good points? It is comfortable, roomy, and sedan-like to drive. It actually corners and stops very well. I also like the 60 profile tyres. I’ve never got my head around the benefits of running on tyres with 45 (for example) profiles. I don’t believe in sacrificing comfort for appearance…………….must be getting old.

I’m also quite happy with steel (as opposed to alloy) wheels.

I don’t like the lack of over-the-shoulder rear vision. Sticking a couple of mini convex mirrors on the existing rear vision mirrors helps a bit.

The Bluetooth never has worked, and apparently the problem is the latest software in my iPhone which isn’t compatible. GMH has a whole website about this. I’m content to use the accessory Bluetooth that I bought for the MX5.

The iPhone works well when plugged into the sound system, and the playback is of good quality.

The funniest aspect of owning it is the reaction of the many young drivers with their tarted up Utes. They’re not sure what to make of the combination of grey hair and well kept (but unmolested) Ute like theirs..

Update: Still trying to teach the Heeler to jump in the tray......

Heelers are Smart

It's been pretty warm lately, and our newly acquired Heeler has developed a very efficient way of keeping cool.

She simply retires to a hidey-hole she has created behind some leafy shubbery, and stays there until it cools down.

She's completely invisible.