DUST& GLORY
Dust billows around the little VW Bug as my mate Tony Draper accelerates it from the dappled shadows of the tree-lined dry creek bed. Over the roar of the twin-carb, modified flat-four engine, we feel as much as hear the whoomps as the car skips over the soft, almost liquid-like bulldust like a smooth pebble flicked across a calm creek. Bulldust cascades down the windscreen like the creamy froth of a generously-filled beer, obliterating our view.
A split second later, the cabin fills with the talcum-like dust as the forward-facing roof vent scoops-in some of the terrain… Errgggh!
It’s almost a white-out. All Tony and I can do is sit there and swear as the choking dust swirls around us. I unclip my harness, kick open my door and through the dusty gloom see downed tree branches around the Bug. We’ve slid off the edge of the
