What happened with that BEDFORD just shows the short sighted stupidity of using your gear for the bosses work and how right what I said somewhere was, in that some of these guys can actually get you thanking them for using you. In the case of my truck John paid for the V8 motor, the R&M (repairs), the fuel it used, which were all tax deductible for him, but at the end of the day this fact remained. I drove it over there, but when we left it had to be towed away, it was nakkered and I sold it for scrap. The morale of that story is, don't use your gear for your bosses work, no matter what the deal.
This book is written in three chapters, REREWHAKAAITU, KAINGAROA FOREST, KAINGAROA FOREST VILLAGE.  They are                    all about farming,  contracting, and being a general carrier in a rural area  REREWHAKAAITU 13,600 words about setting up a business that can pay your bills rather than something that looks flash and prosperous. I have seen plenty of flash outfits fold up over night owing heaps of money from the hundreds to the millions, when we decided it was time to pull the plug it was just a case of thanking clients for their support and closing the doors. ( and counting the money rather than adding up the bills ) In this chapter we were rebuilding and modifying gear, and making something out of bugger-all. Actually what I was doing was no different than previously, except the operation was being run from premises and land we held the leases for not the poor buggers  that had been paying my wages. Now that the petrol was coming out of my pump and not John's the TOYOTA CROWN  and the V8 BEDFORD were soon gone. At KAWERAU in BOB BK02 & BOB BK03 I knew all about worrying dogs, but here at KAINGAROA my bloody education in the subject really began and continued until our last day there. While previously all the worried stock had belonged to my employer the LANDS & SURVEY DEPARTMENT, and I only had to contend with the worrying dogs and the occasional irate owner things were  cranked up considerably here with the willful shooting  of stock for no apparent reason and the stealing of anything that they desired. I can tell you it is a pretty apprehensive position to be it having to face up to a bunch of these jokers armed to the teeth accompanied by their bloody pittbulls and likes.