a parking spot between two trucks at a popular roadhouse.
The driver of one was deep in conversation on a mobile with a colleague from a different state.
Conversation was juicy to say the least as he spoke about having two girlfriends and it had come to the point where he had to pick one.
“When I get back home I can take one out for breakfast and the other out for tea,” he said.
Spy wasn’t about to interrupt the lad as he answered a question from his mate about was he worried about one of them becoming pregnant.
“No I have had the snip,” he answered.
When the conversation finished Spy yarned to the very friendly gent aged in his forties.
I even suggested he was a modern day Casanova, to which he laughed.
“I bet you got some entertainment listening to my conversation,” he said.
Sure did and this proves you never know where Spy will be.
A VETERAN female truck driver who now mostly is behind the wheel of a pilot vehicle, travels extensively between Perth, Melbourne, Sydney and Brisbane.
This woman told Spy of some of the dangers faced.
“Something needs to done and at Boggabilla in NSW where they break into your truck while you duck into a servo for a quick shower,” she said.
The lady said that at Wilcannia and Moree there are regular cases of rocks being thrown at trucks.
And she said that oversize vehicles are targets.
“We go slower around corners and taking off from lights. Some like to break into pilot cars and trucks while drivers are asleep. I had it happen to me at St George in Queensland one night and luckily l had a blue heeler dog which saved me,” she said.
This lady is around the age of 60.
ON the subject of pilot drivers who are members of the fairer sex there is one thing that piddles them off.
Some people refer to them as escorts, which could result in a well-placed knuckle sandwich to the face.
“We are not escorts but pilot drivers. A lot of people call us escorts which can have an entirely different meaning,” one said.
This is not the first time one of their number has mentioned it to Spy and will no doubt not be the last.
So next time you come across one, make sure you are politically correct with your description.
THREE NT drivers did a spot of fishing in a Darwin waterway and one told his mate that a large saltwater crocodile was several metres away and stalking them.
He was adamant the reptile was eyeing them off for a feed.
Sounded very convincing considering Darwin creeks and rivers abound with the saurians. Another of the anglers suggested the sharp-eyed spotter could be a version of Crocodile Dundee.
But an old timer who regularly fished the vicinity came along and pointed out that it was not a croc.
“It is a big log that can be seen as the tide goes out. But it can look like a croc at certain times,” he said.
The two mates have a new name for the would-be croc informant. He is now dubbed LOG-A-DILE Dundee.
A DEBATE over the quality of poo is the last thing you would expect to hear at a roadhouse eatery.
But when it does – probably as rare as a sighting of Haley’s Comet – it makes for entertaining listening. Spy was sitting near some truckie lads who were discussing that very subject. To qualify that it was about which provides the best fertiliser.
A NSW driver nominated cow or bull waste as by far the best.
However a Queensland truckie said that horse manure was a class above the rest.
Then a Victorian driver expressed his opinion in no uncertain terms.
“Chook manure beats the rest by far. If you place it on your garden it makes them grow like s--t,” he said.
Pardon the pun was Spy’s thought.
POPULAR STOP: Trucks parked behind the Epping Forest Roadhouse in Tasmania.