Dave Hansford
Forum Member
- Joined
- Jan 25, 2020
- Messages
- 119
- Location
- New Zealand
- Car Year
- 2008
- Car Model
- Outback
- Transmission
- 4EAT
So we’ve been getting some pretty obnoxious weather here in Aotearoa lately, and yesterday it gave me a reason to be thankful all over again that we own a Subaru. I‘d just wound up an assignment at Karamea, a remote hamlet on the northern west coast, faced with a four and half hour drive back to Nelson, when my wife called just on dark to say the state highway had been closed by a massive boulder-fall just west of Murchison. It happened at a critical choke point. There was only one possible detour besides driving halfway down the South Island, and it still needed about 120 kilometres of night driving in torrential rain to reach the start of it.
I finally arrived at the highway I needed, to find cones, flashing lights, and a ute parked across the road. I walked up to a guy in hi-vis, and told him I wanted to drive north to a little-known bush track called the Maruia Saddle, which traverses a string of minor creek crossings, that would bring me out on the homeward side of the rockfall.
And then, I had to listen to it all over again, and I’m sure you’ve all had to as well… how Maruia was a “really hairy” track, and how guys with “real 4wds” had come through that night, talking about how tough it had been. “And they were in much more capable vehicles than yours.”
I explained that I’d done that track several times in this very car, and that it was more capable than he might think. Anyway… he let me through, muttering something about “at your own risk.” The Outback sauntered over the Maruia, as I knew it would, and I finally got home after seven hours of driving, shattered but smiling at the little car that could - the one that got me home while thousands of others were looking for motels for the night.
But I do get tired of the patronising comments, the smirks and the lectures from people who think a ”capable” vehicle has to have three feet of ground clearance and monster tyres. It does show, though, the corrosive effect of those ridiculous TV ads for Ford Rangers and Jeep Cherokees, and how driver experience, judgement and ability never seems to enter the equation as long as something has a bullbar and driving lights the size of woks.
Anyway… that was a bit of a rant, but if you made it this far, thanks for letting me get it off my chest!
I finally arrived at the highway I needed, to find cones, flashing lights, and a ute parked across the road. I walked up to a guy in hi-vis, and told him I wanted to drive north to a little-known bush track called the Maruia Saddle, which traverses a string of minor creek crossings, that would bring me out on the homeward side of the rockfall.
And then, I had to listen to it all over again, and I’m sure you’ve all had to as well… how Maruia was a “really hairy” track, and how guys with “real 4wds” had come through that night, talking about how tough it had been. “And they were in much more capable vehicles than yours.”
I explained that I’d done that track several times in this very car, and that it was more capable than he might think. Anyway… he let me through, muttering something about “at your own risk.” The Outback sauntered over the Maruia, as I knew it would, and I finally got home after seven hours of driving, shattered but smiling at the little car that could - the one that got me home while thousands of others were looking for motels for the night.
But I do get tired of the patronising comments, the smirks and the lectures from people who think a ”capable” vehicle has to have three feet of ground clearance and monster tyres. It does show, though, the corrosive effect of those ridiculous TV ads for Ford Rangers and Jeep Cherokees, and how driver experience, judgement and ability never seems to enter the equation as long as something has a bullbar and driving lights the size of woks.
Anyway… that was a bit of a rant, but if you made it this far, thanks for letting me get it off my chest!