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Looking North towards the clock tower in Downtown Overland Park, Kansas
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Overland Park Fire Department's Station 43 at 13801 Switzer Road (near 138th St & Switzer Rd). Home of Quint 43, Brush 43 and Johnson County Med-Act 1143
Picture ID# 5911
Based on the rear wheel drive Holden Panel Van and Utility. Not sure of the years they were produced.
Overland Park Fire Department's Station 43 at 13801 Switzer Road (near 138th St. and Switzer Rd). Home of Battalion 46, Quint 43, Rescue 43, Squad 43 and Johnson County Med-Act 1143.
Picture ID# 6432,3,4
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This is the Overlander Roadhouse at the crossing of the road to Monkey Mia and the North West Coastal Highway. Going north your next stop is Carnarvon. There is practically nothing to stop in between.
Doesn't look like it has worked for decades. As I study the pictures, I think it may not be a truck chassis, but all homebuilt. Overland rdiator badge is only brand name I see.
The September 23, 2012 Orphan Car show at Riverside Park in Ypsilanti, Michigan. This sporty Overland is just gorgeous. Might have been my choice for best in show, though I'm not sure the Orphan Car show has a best in show award.
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The Overland makes its way slowly across the Maribyrnong River after its trip from Adelaide to Melbourne's Southern Cross station.
Afghanistan: October 1968
This is a 1948 Maudslay bus (JXM 563) I was co-driving from London to India; in this shot we'd pulled up on the deserted road from Herat, about 90 miles from Kandahar, and from nowhere appeared an Afghan soldier, accompanied by a little man in a suit (on the right) who was offering to change money. The weather was still fairly hot; the front windscreen opened to let even more hot air into the bus – plus even more dust.
On the front of the vehicle, its destination indicator still said, 'Ramsgate' – the nearest we'd been to Ramsgate was catching a cross-channel ferry at Dover. On arrival at Delhi, we had driven about 6,000 miles and taken five weeks to do so. At Delhi I left the bus and travelled to Calcutta by train; from there I flew to Bangkok, because in those days Burma was still closed – foreigners were not allowed to travel through the country. After a series of train journeys down through Thailand and Malaysia, I eventually arrived in Singapore, where it was impossible to find a cheap way to get to Darwin, in the north of Australia. By then I was well and truly skint: I had to bite the bullet and send a telegram to England for £50 to be wired to a Singapore bank, so that I could buy a plane ticket to Darwin. When I arrived in Australia I had just AU$2, and a year later when I boarded a ship bound for Los Angeles I had more money than I'd ever had before. This was the late 1960s and in Oz the lower cost of living meant I could save money, whereas in England, it was very difficult.
After I left it in India, the bus was then driven by its owner, back across Pakistan to Afghanistan – where it was sold – to begin its third career as a local bus operating in the Kabul district.