I finally got my 78 on historic registration, which brings my registration (road tax) down from $850 a year to $75 and reduced my insurance premium and excess massively!
It does restrict me to only being able to drive it 45 days a year, although I can pay another $75 and get another 45 days if I need to, but I doubt I will even use 45 days!
The 78 got put to work getting the fire wood to heat my house this winter.
But first I picked up some new chains for the saw and a maul for splitting the logs.
We then drove out to a local state forest and in an area recently logged, we found lots of logs to cut up.
Then it was Easter and I had 10 days off work!
So we decided to head to The Otways, which is an area which borders The Great Ocean Road, West of Melbourne.
We found a great camp site.
But as I had my wife and this little guy with me we couldnt go too remote.
As always, all cooking was done on the fire!
The next morning.
After breakfast we decided to use some 4wd tracks to get to the beach.
One track was extremely muddy and chopped up as a tractor had driven down to try and recover a Belgium back packers 2wd van!
Annoyingly the farmer trying to do the recovery informed us he had (illegally) blocked the track further down with trees, we drove to the blockage but there was no easy way past and the trees were too big to move so we had to turn back around.
Eventually we made it to the beach.
Where we had lunch.
Lexi loves the beach!
We got back to camp in time to cook dinner.
My favourite part of camping, breakfast!!!
Sam had a blast and if I left the back doors of the 78 open and turned my back on him for one moment he would climb up into the back!
We went and collected some more fire wood, which we then chainsawed up and then split with the axe.
All was going well until I swung the axe into my leg!
I hadnt even been drinking at the time, it was 11am and I was stone cold sober.
Jiri drove me to the hospital.
Where I got shit loads of intravenous morphine!
The first shot was the best, it took my breath away and was the most high I've ever felt, it was incredible!
The next 4 shots wernt as good.
A lovely Sri Lankan doctor was called in and he wanted me to come back the next morning at 9am and he would then put me under general anesthetic and send me to theatre to stitch me up.
I told him that wasnt possible and I needed him to stitch me up now!
He didnt think I would be able to take the pain but agreed to try.
I chatted to him as he did the operation and apart from the injections into the wound at the start and scrubbing the gash with a scrubbing brush and iodine, it really wasnt that bad!
6 internal stitches and 12 external later and it looked like this.
I returned to camp that evening and enjoyed a few beers around the campfire until the early hours.
The next day Jiri helped me pack my tent up and he drove the 78 back for me.
He said its much nicer and more comfortable to drive than his new 76!
The coil rear end and better seats make a big difference!
By the time I got home the wound was already looking better.