Sorry Joff, but the nambi pambi ettequite as you so eloquently put it, is driven by the select few within clubs who see fit to exploit the insurance requirements of clubs. Thus leading to rules and regulations to cover said clubs backsides from making claims containing exorbitant excess ($5k in some instances) and the stigma regarding said claim.
I have wheeled with you and even then, we had a prescribed uhf channel, convoy procedure and vehicle recovery procedure (even old hoggie would have set a procedure to skull drag your truck and camper across the Simpson).
Nothing has changed other than the views of people who expect everyone else to pander to their needs You head bush and encounter the occasional stone flicked up. Fact of life.
Yes people, you head bush (or even the open bitumen road) your vehicle WILL sustain a chip or scratch or heaven forbid a flat tyre.............
G'day Doc. How ya been ya big unit (one of the few I can say that too hahaha.. )
I'm not really sure if you are agreeing or disagreeing but but let me clarify something. I have no issue with bush etiquette, responsible convoys, people using CB's, being safe etc etc. My comments relate to the self-righteous way in which people today proselytise the 'right and correct' etiquette, convoy procedure, CB channel or road speed etc as though these things have somehow been ratified into some sort of canonised law. I'm not using religious language by accident here either; clubs, forums, FB groups etc are full of these doctrinal rules that are seemingly irrefutable and while - unlike real religion
; - some of it has a base of truth or at least good judgment, the way in which a lot of folks come to this sort of travel today is via these groups so become indoctrinated to expect things to run as smooth as their drive to work.
There is an expectation that everyone in these places should operate to the same rules that are laid down by these groups and when they don't there is an air or indignation toward them.
Three weeks ago, like many, we headed to Birdsville. We passed many ‘locals’ heading in the other direction that didn’t slow down much or certainly weren’t following any of these ‘rules’. Who am I to get all high and mighty because they drove past me the same way they pass their neighbours 365 days a year?
And, for the record, Hoggy dragged me over only about 5 crests and two mud lakes
the Fat Corolla did rather well otherwise I thought.
