Have I mentioned before how much I love my job? I mean, who wouldn’t? Picture me sitting back conducting a friendly interview in the seaside holiday town of Coffs Harbour. Beautiful rays of sunshine are breaking through the light clouds like a grown man stepping on a barely frozen lake. Golden yellow beams of light bouncing off a stunning silver Kenworth and a mouth-watering Mack are the backdrop for this meeting.
A cold beer is in my hand as the proprietor of this idyllic setting, Chris Robinson, regales me with his poetically expletive memoirs. I mean, all I really need is some Jack Daniels-flavoured jerky, Smokey and the Bandit playing on a 75-inch TV and an endless supply of nachos and I would be in heaven. Who am I kidding, you’ve probably already looked at all the photos of the Mack. I’m already there.
It’s time to focus but I keep getting distracted by photos of Chris’ fleet. He may still be a young man, he’s only an ’84 model, but hard work and trucking have been part of his DNA before he was a glimmer in his old man’s eye.
Chris’s grandfather, Harold, drove trucks his entire life and is responsible for the family’s appreciation for the old school Mack brand. Originally from Tasmania where the toughest logging trucks always featured the bulldog out the front, Harold ended up driving all over Australia. Almost all the miles he clocked
