ON THE way to work at My Daily News this morning, I overheard a State Emergency Services fellow being interviewed about the flood situation in the Northern Rivers.

The SES fella ended the interview by stressing to listeners "don't walk or drive across flooded roadways".

"Only an idiot would do that," I said to the car radio.

I am an idiot!

When I arrived at work, colleagues who had been monitoring the flood situation remarked that the bridge across the Tweed River at Bray Park was likely to go under in the near the future.

So I bid farewell to workmates, gave myself an early-mark and headed back home to Uki.

Thus began Greg and Greg's exciting adventure.

The other Greg I had the pleasure of meeting when we both got stuck in a flooded section of the Kyogle Road just around the corner on the western side of the Bray Park bridge.

I managed to somehow kangaroo-hop my vehicle out of the water by hitting the ignition and keeping the car in gear.

As I hopped out of the car to curse my stupidity, an elderly lady in a following car found herself swamped in the middle of the 50 metre wide torrent.

In I waded to lend a hand by pushing her vehicle to higher ground. By this time, my bestest new mate, Greg, had also become becalmed midstream -in his car of course - and he abandoned his vehicle and waded in, literally and figuratively, to lend a hand with the push.

Then the Two Amigos headed back to the New Amigo's vehicle which we pushed back out of the water on the other side of the surging water.

By this time, we were informed that the Bray Park bridge was flooding.

Then it was back to the other side of the flood where we were informed that there was an even larger inundation a few hundred metres upstream.

Greg and Greg decided to abandon our "sick' vehicles and wade through the second  stream , intending to hitch a ride back to Uki with drivers who obviously did take note of what the SES man said on radio earlier in the morning.

As we approached the water which stretched for about 120 metres across the road, we noticed about seven or eight cars parked on the other side of the water.

That's when a small sedan raced past them and headed into the briny. The driver obviously missed that morning's radio program.

Sure enough, the vehicle got halfway across before the engine conked out. The car immediately began to float.

So the Two Amigos rushed into the raging torrent which by then was waist high and managed to get to the vehicle before it headed towards the raging Tweed River.

Once we got the driver out, we managed to push the floating car toward higher ground but then the back wheels hit the road surface and momentum stopped - he had put the automatic gear into 'Park" in his panic and we found it impossible to disengage it.

So I found a rope in the car's boot, tied it to the tow bar and the other end to a hopefully sturdy fence post so as to prevent the car from floating away into the river.

The Two Amigos then left the other boofhead to his own devices - he went to a nearby farmhouse to see if someone could tow him out - Greg and I resumed our wade through the by now spider-infested water to the other side of the floodway.

We managed to avoid getting bitten by any number of animals and insects and found ourselves a ride on the back of a ute.

Halfway to Uki, the ute came to an abrupt stop - a tree had fallen across the road.

Your two intrepid Gregs, with the aid of our benefactor and his offsider and a fella with an axe who was heading in the opposite direction, managed cut away half the big tree which allowed the flow of traffic on one side of the road.

Safely back in Uki, my dear wife gave my new friend Greg a change of warm clothes and a cuppa tea while he waited for his better half to pick him up.

The moral of this story?

Stay in bed on rainy day!