not my first rodeo

As we left Goondiwindi I saw the fuel was low but figured we'd get some on the way. Bad decision. Maps showed several petrol stations but as we arrived at each one, they'd be in darkness.

Kel eased off the gas in an attempt to improve efficiency. Peta checked the ac was off. We spoke rarely and even then just in whispers in case that somehow would get us further on the remaining fuel.

Up ahead in the distance, a shimmering light. Well a red teardrop on maps representing yet another petrol station. In Pittsworth. We called and they amazingly were open and agreed to stay open until we arrived.

Luckily the fuel held and we exited the vehicle and finally began to talk excitedly. 

Fueled up and a new less urgent quest began - food. On the way out of Pittsworth we saw a ton of cars and upon closer inspection observed it was a rodeo. The girl on the gate advised still an hour of bull riding to go. So we paid our entrance fee and queued for food.

Carrying our Burgers and mince rolls we took our seats as the last bulls walked off. Ahh. 

Proceeded back to the car. Along the way Peta and Kel approached the lady on the gate and managed to extract half our money back. 

So as yet I'm not able to use the phrase "this is not my first rodeo"