How flashing your boobs can get you places.
Though it nearly didn’t happen.
We were ten minutes late for our inspection with VicRoads.
I apologised (while juggling two hungry, wriggling babies) and explained that it took longer than expected to hitch up, have Wallabee weighed at the Public Weighbridge and find somewhere outside the registration office big enough to pull up.
However the most surly woman you can imagine dismissed us with a grunt, insisting we had missed our appointment.
I thrust our now screaming twins in her face and told her “we and our 28 foot caravan (parked illegally outside) are not going anywhere.”
She called the Supervisor. By that stage I’d pulled out my boobs and I was breastfeeding the boys. In tandem, to the fascination of the crowded office.
Her Supervisor took one look at the spectacle and within no time Wallabee was inspected and granted her new Australian number plates.
(For those of you interested in the technical aspects of importing a vintage trailer into Australia, her right hand door wasn’t an issue. The only thing we were required to do was have her VIN Number engraved onto the trailer A-frame as the original VIN is on the front door).