Not long after I earned my MC on my 25th birthday, I was loading trailers hooked up to mainly Volvos in a shed in Carole Park, Queensland. A bloke in his late thirties turned up in a gorgeous green and chrome Kenworth to load up. My guess is it would have been a 904. After we chatted, he got paid about 10 cents less per kilometre than I was, and I remember this vividly. “At least I get to drive a Kenworth.”
I thought this was crazy. The only thing that mattered to me right then and
