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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.
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