Be careful on the road, where cows lurk
WHAT do you do when it's 100km to Monto, you have a quarter-tank of gas, it's dark and you can't remember where you put your sunglasses?
I don't actually know, because when I found myself in that situation a couple weeks ago, I was too terrified to worry about how the rest of this Blues Brothers reference would go.
When the topic of wandering cows came up on the council's new complaint system (see here), I was thinking "you don't say”.
I had just finished up a week working in Kingaroy and was heading back to my post out in Monto.
I stopped in at Mundubbera for dinner with my colleague and let the night grow late, so when I got back to the car I realised that I had only a quarter tank of petrol left and Mundubbera doesn't have 24-hour fuel.
I could have asked if I could stay the night and fill up in the morning, but men do not ask for help and I had a soccer game to cover the next morning.
So, I set off into the night with one nervous eye on the gauge, and another on the road.
In hindsight, I should have known I would make it as long as I drove conservatively, but my past self was too worried about the cows on the road.
Don't worry, I'm not dobbing anyone in; I don't even know where I was.
I made it in the end, as you can guess, but consider this a cautionary tale.
It's cold at night, and the cows do not forgive.