Day 30 – The Highlands Mechanic

Transcript of Day 30 – The Highlands Mechanic

Day 30 – The Bush Mechanic

In the rugged highlands of Victoria, there was a mechanic named Rob, known far and wide(1) as the Bush Mechanic. Rob was a man with a down-to-earth(2) nature, always ready to pitch in(3) and do his bit(4) to help those in a pinch(5).

One hot afternoon, Rob was putting in some elbow grease(6) on an old truck that seemed to be held together by sheer willpower. He had been at it(7) for hours, but he kept the faith(8) and knew he’d get to the bottom of(9) the problem sooner or later(10).

"This truck has seen better days(11), but I’ll have the old girl(12) back on the road(13) in no time(14)," he muttered to himself.

Suddenly, a frantic call came in over the radio. A local farmer was stranded on a remote road, his tractor having given up the ghost(15). Rob knew he had to act fast to help this bloke who was up shit creek without a paddle(16). He quickly packed his tools and set off, driving along the winding dirt roads like a man possessed(17) until he found the farmer.

"Thanks for coming, Rob," the farmer said, his relief evident. "I was starting to think I had a snowball’s chance in hell of(18) getting some help and that I'd be stuck here until the cows came home(19)." He continued with despair in his voice.

“No stress(20), mate.” Rob said. “I’m here now and will have the tractor straightened out(21) in a jiffy(22). If you want, you can wait in my truck where it’s warm. There’s a few blankets in there, so you’ll be as snug as a bug in a rug(23).”

“Cheers, Rob. I’ll take you up on that(24).” The man said, relieved. “I’m freezing my butt off(25) after being stuck here for the past few hours.” And with that, he wandered off making a beeline for(26) Rob’s truck.

With no time to waste, Rob got down to business(27). He assessed the situation, his mind racing with possible solutions. Although, he knew he was a smart cookie(28), this was going to be a tough row to hoe(29).

The sun was setting fast, which added fuel to the fire(30) and meant he’d been in a tight spot(31) if he didn’t have it fixed soon. It was going to be nighttime in the blink of an eye(32) and the job would become nearly impossible.

Twenty minutes later as the last rays of light spread out across the horizon, Rob made one last Hail Mary(33) adjustment to the engine. The engine suddenly sprung to life(34). It had worked like a charm(35). He’d finally managed to fix the tractor and get it up and running(36).

The farmer was ecstatic. "You’re a bloody legend(37), Rob. Let me know if I can return the favour(38) somehow."

Rob just smiled, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Ah, Forget about it, mate. It’s my pleasure. Just another day in the highlands," he replied modestly. “And anyway, I get a kick out of(39) fixing these pain-in-the-arse(40) machines. So don’t sweat it(41)!”

He knew he had done a good job, and he was happy to have given someone a helping hand(42).

As Rob prepared to bugger off home(43), the farmer went over to his eski, pulled out a cold one44, and tossed it to Rob. "Here! Have a cold beer on me(45), Rob. One for the road(46)."

“Oh, you beauty(47)! Cheers, mate!” said Rob as he caught the can in his hand.

He was tired and ready to drop(48), but happy with his day. As he made his way(49) back home, the cool night air was refreshing after such a long day’s work. When he finally reached his cabin, he knew it was time to hit the sack(50) and catch some Z’s(51). He wanted to be fresh as a daisy(52) in the morning so he could put out any other fires(53) that were coming his way(54).