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Soon we find a string of fast food outlets that today seem to announce arrival at any place of size.  We are passing through the small mining and industrial city of Lithgow.

Of course in places like the Blue Mountains where they continue to fight a valiant battle against fast food this does not occur, we just have the highway signs telling us how many minutes to reach Lithgow and our next Big Mac.

The old car below is on a farm just before Lithgow and the first Royal Hotel we see on the trip. The one at Donnybrook.

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  1. I wonder idly what a 'krush bar' is, without any dire need to actually know.

    But I do love that rusted ute. Remnds me of my brother's farm out from Wauchope, where his last three vehicles are rusting out in the paddocks. Cheap I suppose ...

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  2. What a lovely shell of a ute. They don't make things in that colour anymore.

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  3. Julie, interesting you should ask that because I have been wondering the same so did some quick research to answer the question for both of us. Apparently it is some sort of icey milkshake designed to attract the youthful set ... no wonder we don't know anything about it.

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  4. Broken down cars have more poetry in them than is fair or reasonable. I love your photo of this one.

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  5. Love the old rusty ute. Someone's pride and joy from yester year.

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  6. The abandoned vehicle is such a great find. What a contrast to the awful car I posted today!

    Images from Australia seem to be more and more impressive everyday. I can't imagine what it is like living such a terrible situation. National Geographic has published some great photos though.

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  7. I like the unobstrusive harmonic colouring of the last photo. Somehow quiet and lonely. If colours can be quiet and lonely ...

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  8. A real "paddock-basher" as they're known in some parts!

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  9. Just love that old rusty jalopy

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  10. Joan , the amusing irony of the Blue Mountains' fast food wars is that so many Upper Blue Mountains people drive to Lithgow to shop and use the fast food restaurants!

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    1. Ha ha. I'm one of them! We generally do our weekly shopping in Lithgow, that is on our way to/from Clandulla. We are sometimes tempted to sample the fast food.

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