Floods
Had an sms from loch saying something like "ptc front yard is one big puddle" and didn't think much of it.
Left work at around 130pm, driving home up Kessels Rd and some warning message comes up on my dash. I pull over and wait for a bit, start her up again and same message and the engine is shaking like a son of a bitch. Luckily (for me) there was an accident just down the road from me so tow trucks are everywhere, so I get a lift to Barton City Holden to drop the still under warranty ute off.
Along the way I call Lochlan and ask him to bring my other car to the dealership for a lift home.
We turn into our street and are greeted by this sight:
So we park way up on the hill and made our way into the house, this is a picture of me surveying the damage whilst comforting myself with a friendly Old:
Where I'm standing is where my other car would've been parked. If my ute hadn't of had engine problems it would have been sitting there as the water rose and would have been fuuuuucked. But in the 30-40 mins it took Lochlan to drive to the gabba and back, it rose from a puddle to ballsdeep.
When Sam got home we did the only thing you can do, drink. We had a mate come around for an adventure who brought us another slab and we just smashed on into the night. At around 9pm we thought it would be a SWEET idea to go wading through the flood waters. We put shit clothes on and waded out into the middle of our road, which was about thigh deep. We walked down the road in the pitch black (obviously all the power was out) and got to the bottom of the road, where it was stomach deep. Down here there were signs that cars had been well and truly submerged as they had a lot of river silt on them. Deciding to go on, we headed down towards the organic markets which constantly floods and is very near to Enoggera creek. Down here at parts it was chest high and there were cars strewn all across the road, some with windows smashed and general chaos everywhere.
We started walking back up the road intending to make a full block of it and started to notice that a current was starting to build...what started as a gentle tugging at our feet soon became a very heavy river current which we had to lean into with all our body weight to move through. We had to have a break about halfway up a road which would normally take 2-3 mins to walk up, as Lochlan sat on a stranded car getting his wind back. We surged on with me dragging/supporting Loch as his non-meat eating frame struggled a little bit. The cars ahead had white water surging around them like a river bed, the current was that strong. A few cops spotted us and were yelling at us to go back, but we were having to much fun trying to kill ourselves. We eventually powered on into a dudes yard that was completely under water and escaped the torrent onto a side street.
Probably the dumbest thing I've ever been involved in, but fuck it makes for a good story.
Left work at around 130pm, driving home up Kessels Rd and some warning message comes up on my dash. I pull over and wait for a bit, start her up again and same message and the engine is shaking like a son of a bitch. Luckily (for me) there was an accident just down the road from me so tow trucks are everywhere, so I get a lift to Barton City Holden to drop the still under warranty ute off.
Along the way I call Lochlan and ask him to bring my other car to the dealership for a lift home.
We turn into our street and are greeted by this sight:
So we park way up on the hill and made our way into the house, this is a picture of me surveying the damage whilst comforting myself with a friendly Old:
Where I'm standing is where my other car would've been parked. If my ute hadn't of had engine problems it would have been sitting there as the water rose and would have been fuuuuucked. But in the 30-40 mins it took Lochlan to drive to the gabba and back, it rose from a puddle to ballsdeep.
When Sam got home we did the only thing you can do, drink. We had a mate come around for an adventure who brought us another slab and we just smashed on into the night. At around 9pm we thought it would be a SWEET idea to go wading through the flood waters. We put shit clothes on and waded out into the middle of our road, which was about thigh deep. We walked down the road in the pitch black (obviously all the power was out) and got to the bottom of the road, where it was stomach deep. Down here there were signs that cars had been well and truly submerged as they had a lot of river silt on them. Deciding to go on, we headed down towards the organic markets which constantly floods and is very near to Enoggera creek. Down here at parts it was chest high and there were cars strewn all across the road, some with windows smashed and general chaos everywhere.
We started walking back up the road intending to make a full block of it and started to notice that a current was starting to build...what started as a gentle tugging at our feet soon became a very heavy river current which we had to lean into with all our body weight to move through. We had to have a break about halfway up a road which would normally take 2-3 mins to walk up, as Lochlan sat on a stranded car getting his wind back. We surged on with me dragging/supporting Loch as his non-meat eating frame struggled a little bit. The cars ahead had white water surging around them like a river bed, the current was that strong. A few cops spotted us and were yelling at us to go back, but we were having to much fun trying to kill ourselves. We eventually powered on into a dudes yard that was completely under water and escaped the torrent onto a side street.
Probably the dumbest thing I've ever been involved in, but fuck it makes for a good story.