We got called out to do a patient transfer in the ambulance once. (We had to meet the Cocklebiddy ambulance then take the patient back past our place to meet up with the Norseman guys.) We were half way down 90 Mile straight when we started seeing the GHOST TRUCK. A legend on the Highway it was exactly how I'd heard it described. Green tarp, like an old army truck, spread over a frame. I said to Terry, 'Do you see that?' He nodded. 'Let's try to catch up.' I tried. Believe me, I tried. The faster I got the further away it looked. Sometimes it would disappear then reappear. We thought perhaps the road rose and fell imperceptibly, by maybe a meter, but that was wishful thinking. It didn't. It is the longest, flattest bit of road in Australia. A mirage? Perhaps...
It must be a good idea!
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