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This time on Outback Truckers, 39 degrees outside of Thermoghamwater's life in here.

I've got boob sweats.

Heading to a Monday Monday when we're going to install a couple of balls.

It's sandy.

It's good that we're naked.

Yes I hear, here's a stop saying hugs.

We have very limited time.

Preaches on.

If the world's eight turn, then we ain't heard it.

Wait!

What's going on there?

We've got oil pressure warning water.

Big rain's coming pretty quickly, and there are people evacuating from this community.

Stop! Stop!

We're f***ing out!

All right, one more chop before this rain comes, Vinnie.

Oh, yah.

El Nani eight, eh?

Six litre.

Lovely.

Let's chop it.

Car recyclers Mike Elliott and his 17-year-old son Vinnie

are working fast, extracting cash from an Outback relic.

The only thing that's worth any money is the engine, transmission.

The rest of the car is absolutely rooted.

That engine, that gearbox, will be used in another car.

We only take the good components, and then the rest of it is for metal recycling.

We've been out here for 10 days.

It's been bloody hard.

The pair have done a deal with the citizens of the tiny town of Bilaluna

in far northwestern Australia to buy and recycle their car wrecks.

We quiet all their scrap cars, and we clean everything up,

so it's a win-win for everyone, to be honest.

That's 120 cars now on here, or engines, gearboxes, diffs, that sort of stuff.

Definitely doubled up money.

We outlaid 40 grand, and what it's looking like

is there's about 80 grams worth of stock on board.

Perfect!

That's it.

We're going to strap up.

We're going to get out of the town of my desert,

and we're heading straight back to Perth, 3,000 kilometres.

To get paid, the father-son team must haul

their fully loaded rig, almost 200 kilometres,

along the notorious Tanami Dirt Road, to the highway near

Hall's Creek, then travel over 2,500 kilometres to Perth.

We've kind of left it a little bit too late in the year.

They're forecasting 300 mil for this weekend.

You know, 300 mils of rain means that this whole

area will probably be about a foot high in

water, and that means no truck is going to move.

No trailer is going to move.

It's going to be absolute chaos for at least four months.

You ready?

Yeah.

We cannot afford to be renting trailers here for four months.

Truck repayments, that sort of stuff.

That's ridiculous.

The weather is no joke, really.

You know, there are people evacuating from the community as we talk.

I'm watching cars go down the bloody road right now, and we shall be joining them.

The problem is we're hauling 140 ton right now with 3 max trailers.

The more weight, the more stress attraction could be a major issue.

This dust, when you mix it with water,

it becomes literally like someone's just poured grease all over the road.

So your truck starts fish-tailing down the road.

Now what we're going to do is load our crane truck on our drop deck,

and we're going to set up the road train, and we're going to roll.

One of my mates dropped off my scanning crane truck for me out here a week ago.

It's a big truck, it's a heavy truck, it's an old truck.

This thing is just a nightmare.

Every time we load it, it's just an absolute nightmare.

Right now, I'm stressing about getting this thing on board.

Because it's such a low truck, we're using extra

rails here as a better leverage to get more clearance.

Like that, eh? Somewhere there? Yeah.

Let's go.

Stop, stop. We're **** now.

Watch out.

Yuck, come on. Where do you want me to go?

Just hold on.

I put on driving clothes today, and this is one of my good talks,

so I don't want to get dirty, I wasn't planning paying with grease.

Just done a wheel bearing on the trial of this, so we're just doing a new hub on it.

Hopefully we've got some seals and bearings to go into it.

Anthony and Daniel Haig are rushing to make

essential truck repairs in remote Northern Australia.

We are in the middle of the desert on this

multi-million acre property, Barkley down station.

The Haigs make money finding water on massive out-back cattle stations.

We drill water bores for grill remote cattle stations for stock.

It could be for the homesteads that pretty much

go to the places that nobody else wants to go.

We are a few days behind now because of these breakdowns.

Fingers crossed, nothing else goes through all.

Just finished our wheel bearings in that ear, packed up, ready to go.

Leed barking down, had up a mongy mongy.

I think we've got about 80, 90 Ks of dirt.

The Haigs have just completed a water drilling job at Barkley down station,

and now we'll travel north, almost 1,000 kilometres,

before leaving the highway and hitting the dirt,

to reach their next job at a mongy mongy station.

I have heard it's a bit sandy up there,

so I'm fingers crossed they're not getting bald.

The roads that we drive on, they're not your typical road-trained fishermen roads.

They're roads that are made for all drives.

So we've had a few hiccups this last week, so it'll be good to get out there

and start working again, earning some money.

Such a tight squeeze out of here.

To get the job done, they need two triple road trains.

Anthony is pulling what's known as a BA triple, 44 metres long.

Danielle's rig is a full A triple road train,

almost 10 metres longer than Anthony's.

Loaded with drilling equipment, they're mobile home and supplies,

the mega rigs are essential for their business,

and their dream of paying down all their debts.

Drilling, it's our main source of income like

the boat, but we have recently acquired a farm.

They'll outback right away.

The farm's still in development stages.

Over three years ago, Anthony and Danielle took a massive gamble,

taking out millions of dollars in loans to develop a run-down outback farm.

When we first bought it, you know, obviously we had to pay it back,

so we'd develop a need up, pay get into a home and pay get successful as well.

We've got two boys, they're a bit of a challenge having them.

We have Pete, who's 10, and Theo, who's five now, and a governess Katie.

How are you going towards your Katie?

Thank you.

You know, the pressure's on, we've lost a couple of days, with all this breakdowns.

These guys are not only a new flight, but, you

know, if we don't hit water, that's less money.

It's our reputation, so we kind of really want to just hurry up and get there,

and, um, get the job done so we can put some money in the bank.

We are just coming into Calwell.

It's a tiny, cute little town on the Northern

Territory Queensland border, just a servo and a pub.

Okay, you're right, you're coming.

Yeah, just about two points for this car.

Every year when we come here I'll freak out.

It's a really tight fort for a road train.

We're going to wait on coming traffic because you

have to go right out on the other side on a highway.

Oh, my God, I hate when people are filming.

The pressure's on.

I can't see.

Katie, how close might those cars?

They look pretty close.

Katie, you're almost touching the mirror on that car.

F***ing shouldn't be pop in there.

I just need it to move into the mirror.

Wait!

You're now self-lined up.

I'll just sit out of here until he gets in there and grabs a patter.

We're about to start loading here in Wagner's

yard with two heavy isotators, a cement patter.

A 67-year-old Jim Foodie has a FD payload to deliver.

That was sort of doing a bit of watching here and

trying to see if we could stop at the right place.

A double trailer load of weighty cement

powder transported in cylindrical isotainers.

Well, I don't know if we get this thing on the road, I suppose.

With these trailers on, we're now sitting around about our

legal weight for a double road train, which is 80-odd ton.

The hole in North Queensland is going mad, building at the moment.

Because everybody's trying to get things done before

the wet season starts to set in again, why we go?

What we're doing with them is taking them up to Mariva

first and then we rake it up and then move it around.

Probably pick up a third trailer.

Because of road train regulations, Foodie will

be forced to take the back way from Townsville,

pulling the 50-ton load through a challenging stretch of narrow

bitumen and rough dirt roads to reach his first destination at Mariva.

He'll drop one trailer then, before pushing on to Lakeland, where he'll swap

the second cement trailer for another loaded trailer to bring back to Cairns.

We've got a pretty arabulous day in front of us, time-wise, we've got

a lot of lot to do, precious on to get into catch tomorrow morning.

Otherwise, they don't work on the weekend, so we're there two days late, everywhere.

Foodie's next job starts in Cairns tomorrow.

If he misses his deadline, he'll lose two days of income,

while he waits for the depot to open again on Monday.

Ideally, we need to be holding the road early Saturday

morning at the latest to make all our time commitments.

If the world's earning, we ain't earning it.

It's not just cash Foodie could miss out on.

He has another commitment tomorrow, one more important than money.

My daughter, Teresa, is graduating year 12 at Teens High School.

You miss out on some of the family things went on the road all

the time, but I have orders strutting for my other two girls.

Do not miss Teresa's graduation.

Pressure is on.

This thing is a 1997 Western Star 4900 series possible agent.

With over 1,000 challenging kilometres to do in less than 24

hours, Foodie is putting all his faith into his aging Western Star.

It has a 15-litre, six-cylinder turbo diesel motor,

and almost two million kilometres on the clock.

The yard is an ugly out thing, and I just say out what seat speed is that?

Just up here a little bit further, we'll actually be turning on the Utan Road.

Now the Utan Road, it tends to be rough.

It's a bush road, a bit of an handful.

Hands the dirt.

I don't know, look out.

The boost pressure's gone.

It's the turbo pressure that generates the boost for the engine.

Without the extra power created by the turbo,

Jim has no chance of pulling his heavy load.

We don't need that.

Just a complete disaster.

Oh, no, no, no.

Stop, stop.

Stop, go forward, go forward.

That's not good.

Yeah.

My nerves are shot.

Rushing to get loaded in the remote Tanami

Desert, before a massive wet-season storm hits,

Mike and Vinny have scraped their crane truck's air brake tanks.

The air tank's just clipped this little corner

here, and just a valve that releases air.

Hey, guess what?

I don't need no air escaping.

The mount's got busted up a little bit, but it's all good.

Hey, Vincent.

Yeah.

Look at this.

Oh, shit.

We've got a whole tire off.

In a bit of anxiety, and going on quickly, I'll punch it off.

Condition of the road out there.

Come on.

Almost throw it off the side.

So now, we're going to try and load it again.

Oh, we need another rim.

There's one right there, look.

Let's go.

There we go.

That'll do.

We've just raised the ramps.

We made a nicer angle, a better gradient for this truck to go up.

And yeah, we're just going to try and put it on straight this time.

Straighten up, straighten up.

It's that close.

Yeah, that's it.

Shit.

There's rain over there.

Lucky we loaded.

Already this morning, we started filling the sprinkles.

300 mil this week, which is crazy rain.

That's, you know, once every 20 years top rain.

This is the heaviest we've been, the dirty girl now.

It's been 40 tonne night.

I'm just walking it through there.

I think I'll do it 15 kms an hour.

We have to travel at such a slow rate, and the more chance it is, we're going to rain.

The problem with that is getting bogged.

Being stuck somewhere means that no one's making money.

There's bills, there's truck regos, there's trailer regos, and none of us getting paid.

What the f*** gone on there?

We got oil pressure warning law.

F*** sake.

If we're traveling with 140 tons of blown oil pressure,

it means that we've got to rule the $60,000 engine.

That basically means that this thing's not getting off the tanner line.

Katie, how close is one of those cars?

You're almost touching a mirror on that car.

F*** shouldn't be parking there.

Yeah, just push it in.

Now, come on.

Here you go, you're open.

Just keep walking for me in spring.

Loaded with water drilling equipment, Danielle

Haig is using every ounce of her trucking skills

to thread her 53 and a half meter long rig through a tight corner.

This pulls on a little bit longer than anything.

Oh, that's why it's hairy.

You're all right now.

F*** sake.

OK, please, it's OK.

Yeah.

The only way I take that corner with it where those

cars are, so that would f***ing get this shit out of me.

Just let it know.

I did it.

My friends, my family, everyone's like, "Who are you Danielle?

" "You're not the girl we used to know.

" I did grow up in the city and I did have a totally different outlook on life.

Then I'm in Anthony and my world was pretty

much turned upside down, but a good upside down.

Literally, he rose me in the deep end each time.

But hey, mate, live with my best life.

You don't even get adrenaline like that on the goal, guys.

Oh, my God.

It is.

I'm on a brick-in corner, and he's trying to overtake me.

Hey, if you could give me that car and I wouldn't do it, there's a car coming.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Well, he seemed to have a bit of an air leak here somewhere.

Whose pressure guy is just showing nothing?

A malfunctioning turbo has Jim Foodie feeling the heat.

He has less than 24 hours to complete his mission

and get back to cans, or face losing money.

The pressure's really on to people world-turning, just to keep the cash flowing.

The fittings just come out, popped out.

That's just measuring the boost pressure.

We've got a lot of boost pressure coming out there.

Rough roads and things, that's all that is.

A little Loctite.

Whatever reason it seems to want to come out, so we'll try and hold it in.

Well, we stopped there for 10 minutes to fix that.

Well, that's another 10 minutes if we weren't up the road.

We are very limited at the time.

It's 4pm. Foodie still has another 150 bone jarring

kilometres to get to his first drop-off at Mariba,

and then almost 200 kilometres after that, to Lakeland.

Guess that we're probably about an hour and a half out of Mariba.

We don't have too many more little hiccups and stuff.

We can just get higher agation if we can.

We've taken it from out of bit.

Good thing is, we are deli through the dirt, which is not very bad or empty.

Jim's fight to get back on schedule is not just about money.

It's personal.

I denied my daughter's a raise.

Graduates from year 12.

And I'm on an absolute order that I have to be then.

We're just coming into the edge of Mariba.

We're going to drop the rear trailer off and then I'm

going to take the lead trailer of dolly up to Lakeland.

The two trailers on Jim's 36 and a half metre road

train are connected with what's known as a dolly.

A separate hitch with its own wheels.

The two who barfed the dolly won't release.

I'm not sure why that's happening. We've wriggled and jiggled a bit.

Which means a delay in getting the cans.

That's just me not.

I'm not moving at all.

I think our luck is running out.

What the f*ck is going on there?

The oil pressure warning law is saying that it's losing oil pressure.

If we're travelling with 140 tonnes with low oil pressure,

it means that we're going to ruin the $60,000 engine.

Loaded with salvaged car parts worth up to $80,000 on the export market, Mike and Vinny

are fighting to get out of the Tanomai Desert before a fierce tropical storm breaks.

There's big rain coming and we are live trying to get out of

here because big rain coming means we stay here for months.

We're going to try and find oil pressure sensor and see

if it is low oil pressure or if it's a sensor issue.

I got a couple of sensors going in the block into the water pump and stuff here.

We're really hoping that dirty girls got a lot of sensors

hooked up for it so far she hasn't been wrong with anything.

It looks like these are our oil pressure sensors going straight into the block.

There's going to put a bit of spray into them and see if

it's just dust in the contacts or something like that.

I think I just felt a couple of drops of rain. That's no good.

Let's see if she's going to play ball this time.

We've definitely got oil. We're going to hear the engines not banging.

This gauge has just given some trouble.

We could have an issue with this gauge. That's great. That's absolutely fantastic.

It might be a $50 or $60 gauge but who cares?

You know at least around a $60,000 engine.

We've got about 175 Ks on dirt to Haws Creek and then we

take a fat left to Perth and we've got 3,000 to go back home.

It's been a long while since I've been back to real civilisation.

I get to go bloody sleep in my own bed. I cannot wait to get out of here.

I'm kissing the pavement when we get out.

Finish signal to move.

Yeah mate, copy.

Thanks buddy.

First side of the road gets started.

Records the next water crossing that's up here.

Records get a bit of a run up on it because apparently

it's pretty slippery coming out the other side.

All the dust on top of the road turns to big grease,

literally like someone's just poured grease all over the road.

The truck tends to snake.

The biggest problem with that, ball overs.

We're right on weight limit with our triple.

We're carrying about 140 ton.

We're just going to do our best.

I'm on dirty go.

Hit it.

Oh yes, I'm on a brick-in corner and he's trying to overtake me.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

It's alright, he went back here behind me.

You're in the cabin, now he can come around the triple.

He's already coming anyway.

He has got a two-way, just doesn't know how to use it.

Daniel and Anthony Hagg's dreams of paying off their outback farm

rely on them negotiating Australia's outback highways,

traveling to remote cattle stations to drill water bores.

My best friend just had a baby yesterday and I cannot

be there because I am here, tried to make some money.

It's a three-day haul with all their gear and accommodation to their

next-paying gig, stopping to sleep at roadhouses along the way.

Woohoo! We've arrived at Barkley homestead.

We are going to stop here and camp up night.

A couple of tire changes this morning. I think we've got about 18 spares all up.

This kind of distance that we're doing today

is like a full day, no shops along the way.

Our kids eat like a bloody horse, so you need to make

sure you have enough food and enough supplies to do.

It's a 10-good, 10-hour day.

It's finally ready.

Oh well, we're off.

We do need to get this job done, you know, kind of quickly.

We've got a few more that we've promised to do through this stint.

There's no way we can miss our deadline. We have to get these done.

We've just had to wind the windows down because the air is on the kit itself, so...

It's all smashing.

I'm saying it's 39 degrees outside, and if you imagine

what it's like in here, it's breaking hot bombs.

I've got boob sweats. It's disgusting.

So close to a munchy munchy, but it's a bit late now.

Just pull up here for the night and have a rest and take off early in the morning.

We are heading to a munchy munchy where we're going to install a couple of balls.

I'm excited to get on the red dirt.

First indications, it's sandy. Anthony has mentioned

to me that it can be a bit of a sandy country up here.

It's a little concerning because sand and road trains don't mix very well.

I'm Gary, you're probably better off a garden in front of me.

Guided by a station worker, the Hags must wrestle

their rigs along a rugged four-wheel drive track.

It's not easy for me to do the same thing, but there's a lot of sand

and oversteep inclines known as jump-ups to get to the drill site.

I just heard over the radio that the fellow that's

taken us out and said there's a bit of a jump-up.

Here's a bit of a jump-up, isn't it?

You get a bit of a run-up?

Make it up?

Oh, f*ck, f*ck.

Whoa!

You look better than I can fly.

Yes, I am. Stop saying that.

You look better than I can.

You're making me nervous.

You might get lost.

You might get lost, come on.

Probably actually can't release our dolly from underneath this trailer, so I'm going to get a bit

of lubrication, so it's good to put a shit around there and see if we can shred up a little bit.

On an extreme deadline, Foodie needs to release a jammed dolly to

deliver the first of two cement loads, or risk a crippling 48-hour delay.

There's things that absolutely rank with dust.

It's stuff like this.

That's dust and grease and you're going to get it.

I'm going to do a little bit more wriggle and jiggle

and see if I can squirt a bit more spray up in there.

F*ck that.

You who barfed it, I got ya. Got him.

Well, that was unexpected, and I didn't think that'd work, to be honest.

I'll go and give it a target and see what happens.

Yeah, happy days. Happy nights.

Foodie can now push through the 186 kilometres to his next stop at Lakeland,

swapping the second cement trailer for a load of scrap carts to bring back to cans.

I went up last night to Lakeland and dropped the lead trailer

with the cement powder up there and picked this trailer up.

They are just purely for scrap, and we don't make

much money out of them as we steps community speed.

Time is very, very critical.

Tonight my daughter, Theresa, graduates from Year 12. Theresa helps me at the business

event and does a gouting and looks after the books a bit for me, so that's a must-see.

Look at that.

I put a three-guard wind there for a f*ck.

This is what this place is like.

We'll get into here and have a very short break because

the pressure's on, let's get these car bodies off.

Oh, that'll get him working.

And again, thinking about taking new cars up

the Cape, we'll load them the same way, eh?

Ah, no. I get into an up-travel deal, what I

do without giving me one of them to play with.

Wait!

Stop!

Shut up!

Oh, f*ck, f*ck!

I wasn't expecting to shut up!

Danielle Haig is fighting to get her triple trailer

load through a brutally boggy Northern Territory track.

Man, I'm on the steerable tide, eh?

I need to put the right bra off of this one today, that's for sure.

We made it there.

The Haigs are desperate to complete a water drilling job to keep their business alive.

We definitely need to hit water these ones. We need to impress them.

We need to make sure that they're happy, so we can get repeat business in the future.

Looks like we have landers.

Does that go on to the pad yet?

Okay, then, what's that?

Anthony would have to be the number one communicator on the planet's notch.

Hold on, I'll just read your brain. Oh, that's what you want me to do.

On this side or that side?

Go there and around that way.

On the other side of that.

So now I've just got the one trailer on with the drill rods.

It's got a line, the drill rig and the rod trailer up perfectly.

It's very particular about that.

Okay.

No, no, it's just, please don't.

They all need to move your hand on.

I'll be a bit difficult doing this with you sitting on me.

And that's it, she's ready to rumble.

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Pipes, just a dive out of pipe.

So all the dirt's going to go out the end there and

not pile up in so they don't have to shovel it all.

Now we've got that hooked up and we start hammering

away all our dirt will come out down there.

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Yeah, I've got some garlic bread boys.

Nice meal.

Beautiful, hey, mum's the best cook.

We're down 90 metres now.

First 70 metres was a bit of trouble, just a bit of

moisture in the clay, so it's sort of slow going.

The other 20 metres has been pretty quick.

It's been a mammoth trip, but the hardest work is done.

Anthony's expecting to hit water and finish the job tomorrow.

Have a food and then get up and go here and get back into it in the morning.

We are on track, we are on plan, it is happening to how it's supposed to.

We can get this one smashed out tomorrow and back home really soon.

Our life in general, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

The kids get first hand what it's like to work real hard.

They are out here in the dirt instead of watching your screen.

It might be dirty work, it might be hard work, but it's worth it in the end.

One, two, three, four.

Stop!

A piece of the car got caught under the little headboard.

Clicked it out. Shit happens.

Foodie is desperate to avoid any delays.

He needs his trailer empty so it can be loaded

with gas canisters for his next paying job.

And he has to get it all done in time for his daughter's high school graduation.

Just about fully unload it down and he takes a

couple of minutes in here with all the big gear.

Happy days will be late.

We are going to go and pick up our gas.

It's now Friday afternoon.

We don't get this gas at the next hour.

We are here for the full weekend mate and that's just

going to blow out the time total out of the bugery.

But first, we've got to get around this corner in front of us.

It's getting in too, it's getting out.

They have figured it out for normal semi-trailers and unfortunately

this trailer of mine is a little bit longer than those trailers.

Around here we'll just miss them.

And whoop.

We'll just miss that.

Now, our final turn is to get out there.

Looking back again on here there.

We can just get ourselves out through there.

Jesus, that breaks the sweat in that desert.

Oh, shit.

Oh, I've got a bit of everything here in front of me.

I've got a bloody farm tractor, a truck that wants to go slow.

You know, I miss my daughter's graduation.

Yeah, that's not a happy place to be.

On a bit of a tight deadline, everybody wants to slow you down.

This is it.

Looking good, they're putting the gas on the truck out there at the moment.

Happy days, we're done, we're finished.

And I've kept my date with my daughter's graduation, which is good.

Yeah.

Well, here we are.

Do I shine up all right?

Here they are, the terrible teas.

You've got teres, tiana, and tien.

Hey, do I smell?

What do I smell like?

Dad?

Oh, that's good.

There's not many people I will ever, ever get dressed up for.

I don't know, including funerals and weddings.

But my daughter's special, yeah, I'll dress up for that.

Dad.

And then press the hell out of her if nothing else.

All right.

We're about to go through and water crossing up here.

Hit it.

That's it.

We're good. We're still kicking.

Mike and Vinny are racing a severe tropical storm,

desperate to get out of the Tanamai Desert before they get stranded

with their $100,000 truck, and it's $80,000 payload.

My heart's in my stomach because I know the

condition of the road out there at the moment.

If you leave your truck here for four months,

I can guarantee you your truck's not going to still be able to drive.

Looks like a decent downpour has come down here to just recently.

And this has become super slippery.

This is exactly what I was worried about hauling a 130, 140 ton out of this crap.

Well, I've had the throttle flat to the bore.

I think I'm going to have grey hairs by the end of this trip.

Damn it.

Not good, huh?

The hill like this with a triple on board just asking for trouble.

The tyres are spinning.

We're losing road speed.

Uh-oh.

Come on, dirty girl.

It's bad.

There you see our inspection.

That was about as close as it was going to get to end.

Down to what?

That is there.

That is a case an hour.

Yeah.

But I hope there's no more of that shit.

Looks like we've made it through.

We're hitting the pitch map here.

Woohoo!

Picture map!

This tyre is starting at 65 PSO.

So we need to pop them up because we let them down so it's less stress on the ride.

But then as soon as you get back to the bench, you want to pop them up.

That's 90.

There's 100 PSO.

I've just done one.

So we've got 61 left.

Let's hope I get this done before nightfall.

Today, after a long stint in the desert like that,

what we're going to do is just have a nice, crazy day.

See how the rig handles on the highway.

For everything's all good.

Tomorrow we'll kick it up to speed.

We'll probably punch out a thousand days tomorrow.

We've got a one lane bridge coming up here.

One lane bridge is in the top end, can be quite a dangerous thing for road trades.

That's why we call it.

Ahead, a narrow single lane bridge.

A collision with a 140 ton rig traveling at 100 km/h would be a deadly catastrophe.

All trucks are expected to communicate as they approach.

Southbound roadtrain, one lane bridge.

Southbound roadtrain, one lane bridge, two mile creek.

Southbound roadtrain, one lane bridge, two mile creek.

We've got your CV on that blue kenny.

How late?

What revs are you doing?

Better days alone or else still on the road to make us lose traction.

I've been out turning around, now back in the end.

We're getting up with bersou.

We've got some old usty stuff here.

What the f***?

We just talked to all of you down.

We just had a massive bang, dude.

We really didn't need this one now.

That's the absolute bullshit bottom line.

Of being a solo operator.