20/11/2023
Do you know what the worst thing about writing our book, The Expressmen - John and Tracey Rehe’s Book - Limited Edition is?
It's going back in time and delving deep into memories and recollections of the past.
And do you know what the best thing is about writing our book?
It's the exact same thing.
Oftentimes, sorting through the old photos and writing about the past makes me feel kinda down in the dumps.
This can be especially profound when thinking about details of those loved ones who are no longer here with us in the human form.
When Mum and Dad decided to buy this Kenworth, way back in 1977, I'm sure if they knew the tragic event that would take place not long after they picked up the truck, they never would have bought it.
This photo was taken in Rochester, Victoria, that same year.
You'll notice the L plate on the bull bar.
My sister's fiancé, Trevor, was learning to drive the truck when he called in with my father to the Rehe's family home to meet John.
At the time I knew of John and his family but I hadn't met them.
Dad always spoke with the highest regard of, Basil, John's father and what a great man he was.
He really looked up to him as a man of enormous integrity.
Dad loved to catch up with John and Tex on the road when he got the chance to have a chat (and a couple of posts of tea) in a roadhouse and he always returned home with stories from the road.
His ability to keep on and on and on and on...talking, earned him the nickname of Turbo. It was a name that my father shared with pride and a smile.
Kerry's finace, Trevor, liked a chat too and he was a bit of a larrikin.
For fun, he raced motorbikes on the weekends and my sister used to travel with him to go to race meets on weekends with bikes on the trailer.
They looked to have a fun future ahead of them after they were going to marry...but, sadly, that wasn't meant to be.
It came as a the worst kind of shock to receive the news that Trevor was killed in Dad's truck near St. Arnaud when he was driving, bobtail and ran off the road.
He was only 22 years of age.
The direction of my sister's life was altered in a split second with that tragic accident and when she was old enough to get her truck licence she went on to become an interstate truck driver, like our Dad, and my biggest inspiration to drive trucks. Our youngest sister, Sandy, followed in our footsteps too and became a driver.
Recently, along with her husband, Andrew Lattin, they hosted the very first truck show in Bendigo, Truckies Against Bullying.
You never know what events will shape you and your experiences.
Life gives us plenty of knockdowns and we've just got to remember to keep getting back up, time and time again.