BEARINGS BROTHERHOOD

It was Labor Day Public Holiday. “You wouldn't happen to have some grease to pack bearings in, would ya”. The guy in the van adjacent to us had felt uneasy about the performance of a wheel on his van. We all produced some, but when he jacked his van up, he found the bad bearing had disintegrated.

“I've got the ones I replaced before we left home” John said. “You can have those. They should get you to Port Augusta”.

We were all staying another day in the gale-force conditions, so it was only after we’d looked around town that John searched for them. He couldn't find them ... hunted everywhere. Had he decided not to bring them?

Feeling really bad, he went to tell the guy that we didn't have them.

“Yer not going to believe this”, he said. “I took the dog for a walk down town, got talking to a guy there and told him about the bearings. This guy says ‘I've got some. I wrecked my camper-trailer recently but kept the useful bits. You can have them’. So, I've got a nearly brand-new set”. 


P.S. By chance we saw this Apollo Bay couple again in a back street in Peterborough, walking their dog Bruce, as we were returning from the lookout. The bearings had been checked in Port Augusta and were performing very well.