Munchin’ ON MONEY

The sub-zero briskness of the morning had abated by lunchtime as I rolled into the rural New South Wales town of Cootamundra – the birthplace of Don Bradman.

The Cootamundra wattle, celebrated in the John Williamson song, were in early stages of bloom as I scanned letterbox numbers for the residence of David Armstrong. I needn’t have bothered. Ahead of me, parked in the quiet street, stood the sky blue R-200 International I was looking for.

Armstrong was coming off the back of a busy week carting newspapers from Yass to Cootamundra, so his taking the time out to indulge a classic truck tragic like myself was much appreciated.

I was welcomed into the family home and introduced to Armstrong’s wife, Vicki. From the outset, it’s clear that this truck holds a special place in the hearts of the Armstrong family. A hand-painted saw adorns