Rain, hail or shine we prefer to drive with our lights on for safety’s sake and even in the best of weather sometimes cars can seem to disappear into the shimmer of a mirage.
Working our way south through New South Wales last winter we had days of relentless soaking winter rain, here’s an extract from the diary:
The rain has finally stopped but although it is clear, it is icy cold. The highway is misty and the sight of acres of golden canola in the mist is magical.
The fog rolls in, a real pea souper and we listen to the truckies on the CB talking their way through the murk. Suddenly we hear “Oh the fucking idiot hasn’t got his lights on!”