Well, it was a long time coming...34 years, in fact, but childhood dreams can come true. When I was young, to say that I was truck obsessed would be an understatement. Nothing has changed, I’m just older now. I grew up in a house that backed onto an oval in suburban Sydney, and during cricket season there was a cricketer who, more often than not, would turn up steering one of his prime movers. It was Max Keough and he would usually be driving his 8V71 powered Crackerbox Dodge (which now resides in the RTHOF) or his early Scania with 6V71 power. I’d always ride up on my pushbike and do a few laps around him, waiting for him to fire up and leave. In 1978, Max appeared with a new truck, a K125CR Kenworth 13 speed with an 8V92, and I was smitten. 

Being only eight years old, I didn’t know much about it, apart from recognising the badge on the front, but it was enough to make me ride to the oval every Saturday during cricket season to see if he was there and, more to the point, if he had driven the Kenworth. I would hang there most of the day waiting for him to pull up stumps and head to the Esky, so I could assume my position at the end of the driveway. Once he fired up, he would stop next to me and have a quick chat, blow the airhorn at my request, and then pluck every gear as he took off up the hill, into the distance. 

Being a fan of Movin On and B.J & The Bear, I realised th