Caution: this page may offend (So read on.)
The
road is littered with quaint (though some cruel folk might use the term
'inbred') hamlets. Its also littered with the pungent crow encrusted carcasses
of Kangeroos and Wallabies who, while no doubt marvelling at the Tar-Macadum
road surfaces, or sniffing the white lines, failed to see the oncoming
roadtrains until (sadly) they're oversized bumpers have given them a damn good
crack on the cranium.
Morbid it may be, but a common sight in the outback but don't blame me for
it, I only maim Parrots and even then inadvertently.
But since you're now fascinated you sick puppy you, let me tell you that
sometimes the carcasses lay some ten to fifteen feet from the road... these are
the Roos who did see the approaching trucks - most inconvenient for the
truck drivers since following the bouncing marsupil off the road often means a
shredded tire or two (perhaps that's why they have twelve per trailer).
The less sporting truckies drive at night when the daft oversize mice stand
bolt upright in the middle of the lane wondering why the one bright light they
saw earlier is getting bigger, then miraculously splitting into two lights right
before their eyes.
This usually occurs just before they get one hell of a headache.
