Dwelling On the Nullabor

I took a three-day trip in my Kombi across the vast Nullabor Plain tree-less and deserted. I crossed it in the 1980's before it was bituminized. I was told to take these three essential things: a house brick a thick blanket a dwell meter / timing light. The brick was to keep the accelerator flat-out on. The road was dead straight for miles and miles and miles, one stretch 90 miles long without a single bend. The blanket covered my head while I used the dwell meter / timing light to adjust the ignition point timing by rotating the distributor. The dust meant that the timing fell out, time after, time after time. These spells for dwell checks did the trick.