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The 1770 Towing Service, 10 Chalmers Court, Agnes Water (2026)

08/04/2026

Well Karma is a bitch, today the Towie Az team needed the big boys to help out.

So girls 1 Boys 1.

05/04/2026

Happy Easter Sunday,

Good day for a bike ride.

30/10/2025

This will be my passenger tonight she soo pretty!!!😍

22/10/2025

Half the tray’s already booked for the trip back — so get in quick before I start filling it up with free Marketplace “bargains” Mandy reckons will just sit there and never get used 😂

What I can haul:
🚛 Pallets • Freight • Containers • Trailers • Caravans • Cars
🧱 Building materials • Farm gear • Random “what even is that?” stuff

💰 Backload prices (because I’m already going that way)
⚡ Fully insured • Reliable • Female-owned • Built tough

If it fits on the tray (or behind it) — I’ll haul it.
📞 Call or message Amber – 1770 Towing & Recovery / Towie Az

💋 TOWIE AZ – Hook’n Ain’t Easy 💋

20/10/2025

💋🚨🔥 THE DAY THE TRUCK TRIED TO COMMIT ELECTRICAL SU***DE

So much for my “week of not being late.”
We nearly torched the damn truck.
I swear, if chaos was a brand — I’d be the bloody ambassador.

We’re rollin’ into Bundy, mindin’ our business, when Mandy’s like,
“Amber, we really gotta get that blinker fixed.”
And I’m like, “Relax, woman. It’s not broken — it’s just got… personality.”
Click-click-click — on, off, on, off — I’m basically a certified auto electrician now.

Then she’s losing her mind, saying, “The lights are STUCK ON! The cops are gonna pull us over!”
And I’m like, “What have you done now that I don’t know about?”
Meanwhile, Chayse’s in the back like a tiny talkback host going,
“Mum, Mandy, please… you sound like old biddies at bingo.”

I channel my inner superhero:
“Step aside — Auto-Electric Amber is here to save the day!”
I pull the fuse out and — holy melted marshmallow on a hot day — it’s cooked.
Then Chayse goes, “Mum, is that smoke?”
And I’m like, “Nah, it’s fine…”
Except it was NOT fine. The truck was literally having a meltdown.

Cue chaos.
We yeet out of the cab like it’s on fire (because it kinda was).
I’m diving under the bonnet trying to get the battery off,
Mandy’s shouting, “LEFTY-LOOSEY, RIGHTY-TIGHTY!”
and I’m screaming, “WHO THE HELL IS LUCY AND WHY IS SHE WEARING TIGHTS WHILE MY TRUCK IS BURNING!?”

Then Chayse — bless his dramatic little heart — yells, “FIRE, MUM! FIRE!”
I sprint up ready to fight flames like a Towie Rambo…
Only to find it’s an orange relay light.
So yeah — false alarm. My kid’s clever, but we’re both one spark short of a fuse.

Six hours later, sweaty, feral, and one brain cell away from a nervous breakdown, we cave.
We’re calling a tow truck.
You ever paid towing fees when you ARE the towing company?
Yeah. That one burns worse than the fuse.

Then, like a greasy pink angel from the tow-truck heavens,
our mate Pommy rocks up — first week on the job, heading to the mines —
and somehow gets the rig going.
Absolute bloody legend.

So yeah. The truck’s alive. Mandy’s smug. Chayse thinks he’s Batman.
And me?
I’m officially adding “Auto Electrician (sorta)”
and “Pyromaniac Prevention Specialist”
to my Towie Queen résumé.

💅⚡️💀 Hookin’ Ain’t Easy — especially when your rig’s smokin’ hotter than your attitude.

11/10/2025

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“Day Off? I Don’t Even Know Her.” 💋🚛⚙️

Dressed up. Hair straight. Makeup on. Wedges on.
Feelin’ like a lady — for about five minutes.
Took me two hours to get ready… doing absolutely nothing productive.
Just walking around in circles like, “What was I doing again?”
ADHD: 1. Amber: 0.
Our customers probably think “late” is part of our business name.
Starting next week, I’m gonna be on time.
…Probably. 😂

Anyway, halfway out of town when Mandy’s phone goes off —
🎶 “I came in like a wreeeecking baaaall!” 🎶
Nearly drove off the road.
That ringtone hits harder than a loaded Hino on a downhill.

And yeah — I set it.
One night, while she was snoring, I changed all her ringtones to “Wrecking Ball.”
Mine’s “Thunderstruck.”
She still hasn’t worked out how to change it back.
This woman once switched her dash from kilometres to miles and decided to just… live like that.
That’s commitment. 😂

So off come the wedges, dress off, boots on, high-vis on.
Full costume change in the driveway.
Superman’s got a phone booth — I’ve got a tilt tray.

Rock up to 1770, right out the front of the Tree Bar — packed house.
Locals, tourists, everyone sipping cocktails while I’m sweating diesel.
Perfect crowd for a live episode of “Amber Stuffing It Up Again.”

Beautiful lady, poor hubby — filled his brand-new diesel with petrol.
Eight weeks old.
He’s never gonna live that down. She’ll put it on his gravestone: “Loved beer, ruined engines.”

So I start setting up, still feeling half fancy… until I grab the winch cable.
Boom — instant grease, instant sweat, mascara running, dignity gone.
Two seconds ago, I was a lady.
Now I look like I’ve been crawling through a gearbox.

Yelling, “Left hand down! Right hand down!”
I don’t even know which bloody way that is.
I just yell louder until it works.

Then comes tray time.
I used to leap up there like a ballerina…
Now I roll up like a sumo wrestler.
Bit of grunt, bit of gravity, bit of praying for traction. 😂

Got it done, though.
Tree Bar crowd clapping, tourists cheering, locals shaking their heads like,
“Yep… the Towie girls again.”

So I gave a royal wave like the Queen of England and drove off thinking —
💋 Still a lady. Just one that smells like diesel, swears like a sailor, and hauls like a legend.

💥 1770 Towing & Recovery – No Road Too Rough. No Story Too Wild. 💥

09/10/2025

💜 FROM LOST TO LEGENDARY (KIND OF)

Might’ve been ten days… might’ve been a lot of hours. Who’s counting? (Definitely not the logbook N***s — move along, nothing to see here.)
All I know is my coffee was cold, my hair was feral, and my GPS started whispering “good luck” instead of giving directions.

130-ish hours. 5,488 kilometres. Tara. Rockhampton. Brisbane. Repeat.
Picked up a cold room that wasn’t even a container. Got lost again — left, right, left-left, right-right-left — I think even Siri packed her bags and left me for a driver who listens.

Finally found the place — lovely people — heavy load — one stressed-out me. But you know what? I nailed it. Solo. Again.

A few years ago, I couldn’t even drive to Gympie without a hotel halfway, a cry, and two Red Bulls. Now I’m out here running the roads like they owe me money — toolbox intact, fuel receipts questionable, caffeine levels unsafe.

And yeah, maybe I lost it a few times. Maybe I ranted, swore at a few straps, and poor Mandy copped my road rage therapy sessions. But I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
Because every curse word, every coffee spill, every “WTF am I doing” moment — that’s all part of it.

Somewhere between Tara dust and Brisbane chaos, I realised:
I used to pretend I was a tow truck driver.
Now I am one.

And it’s not pretty. It’s not polished. It’s grease under the nails, hair in a bun, and me arguing with my ratchet straps like they’re sentient beings. But it’s mine.

I love it.
I love the freedom, the noise, the people who wave, the ones who don’t, and the chaos that somehow makes sense to me.

I always said, “Do you love it?”
Yeah. I bloody do.

Even when I’m running on servo pies and sarcasm. Even when it’s 2 a.m. and I’m talking to myself in the cab like a full-blown podcast nobody asked for. Even when I have to reverse uphill, blind, in the rain, with one strap missing and a seagull judging me from the mirror.

Hookin’ ain’t easy — but hell, I was built for it.

💥 1770 Towing & Recovery
No road too rough. No story too wild.
Just one punk-grit girl out here proving she can do it all — toolbox, winch, and attitude intact. ⚡️

08/10/2025

From Sky to Tow – The Evolution of a Batsh*t Towie

Once upon a time, I poured champagne at 30 000 feet.
Now I pour servo coffee at 2 a.m. while yelling at ratchet straps.

Back then I had crisp uniforms, red lipstick, and hair slicked tighter than my patience.
Turbulence meant buckle up, smile pretty, hand out peanuts.
Now turbulence is a goat track outside Tara and a toolbox hanging on by a prayer.

I used to say, “Would you like chicken or beef?”
Now it’s, “You want that container dragged out from behind the tree or should I just winch the whole yard?”

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✈️ Then: Flight Attendant Me

• Hair perfect. Makeup flawless.
• Passengers clapped when I landed.
• Worst injury: papercut from a boarding pass.
• Drank champagne with captains who called everyone “sweetheart.”

🚛 Now: Tow Truck Me

• Grease head to toe. Hair in a bun that’s doing its own thing.
• Old blokes mutter, “Bloody hell, she actually did it.”
• Worst injury: ratchet-strap snap to the shin (10/10 don’t recommend).
• Drinks coffee thick enough to strip paint.

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Do I miss the sky? Sometimes.
The views were nice. The pay was better.
But champagne never gave me the adrenaline rush of surviving a Wolf Creek road at midnight, toolbox intact, heart racing, laughing like a lunatic.

I swapped heels for steel caps, aisle smiles for engine grime, and “good evening sir” for “move your bloody ute.”
And I wouldn’t change a thing.

Because up there, I served people.
Down here, I help them.
And sometimes they bring me coffee.

Dust in my teeth. Coffee in my veins. Toolbox strapped shut — for now.
Still flying … just closer to the ground. ✈️➡️🚛

💥 1770 Towing & Recovery – No Road Too Rough. No Story Too Wild. 💥

06/10/2025

The Road to Tara – Tow Life Uncut

It all started in Rockhampton.
Julie — love her to bits — needed her container and gates moved. Now, anyone who knows Julie knows she’s a machine. She’s in her seventies, living out in Tara with her horses, doing more than half of us can manage on a good day. Absolute legend. But her jobs? Never easy.

So there I am, in Rocky, sweat dripping, loading this beast of a container plus 24 gates. The truck’s groaning, I’m groaning, but I’m too stubborn to quit. By the time I finish strapping everything down, it’s night. Of course. Because why make life simple?

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Horror Movie Vibes 🎬

I head out of Rocky towards Tara. No service. Five roads, all looking exactly the same. Pitch black. Bush closing in. I’m bouncing along thinking: brilliant — this is how Wolf Creek starts.

Then suddenly — FLASH FLASH — some bloke flags me down with his lights. Heart stops. I’m like: this is it. I’m the next Netflix doco — “The Towie Who Should’ve Stayed Home.”

He leans in the window and says: “Your toolbox is open.”

Mate. I nearly soiled myself for THAT? Toolbox was fine, thank god. Because let’s be honest — better Ivan Milat get me than telling Mandy I lost another one. She’d have killed me twice as fast.

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2AM Arrival: Dust & Delirium

Finally rolled into Tara at 2AM. Dust in my teeth, brain fried, truck still humming like it was personally offended by the roads. But hey — job done. ✅

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Brad’s Family = Road Angels

Next morning, I show up at Brad’s family’s place looking like I’d crawled straight out of Murdersville. They were absolute angels.

☕ His mum made me TWO coffees — like she knew my soul was about to give up.
🐶 The puppy went mad, tail wagging like I was Santa.
👷‍♂️ And his dad? Old-school truckie. Climbed on my tray like he was twenty-five. I just stood there thinking: mate, I can’t even do that now without tearing a hammy and crying about it. Respect, old man.

After a night of goat tracks and toolbox trauma, this family felt like the universe saying, “Here, love, have a hug.”

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Directions? Nah. Goat Track It Is.

Now here’s the kicker. Everyone gave me directions for the way home. Nice and easy. Did I listen? Of course not.

I turned left when it should’ve been right. Or right when it should’ve been left. Either way, I ended up rattling down a goat track so skinny even the goats were like, “nah, not today.”

Two old fellas watched me bounce past, shaking their heads like, “she’s batsh*t crazy.” And honestly? They’re right.

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The Moral of the Story

People think towing is just trucks and chains.
It’s not.
It’s toolbox scares, Wolf Creek roads, families who save your soul with coffee, and goat tracks that make you question all your life choices.

And me? I’m just stubborn (or stupid) enough to keep doing it.
Dust in my teeth. Coffee in my veins. Toolbox intact — for now.

💥 1770 Towing & Recovery – No Road Too Rough. No Story Too Wild. 💥

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