For some, a car is just a box of welded and bolted metal designed to get you from point A to point B, to put the weekend shopping in, to leave unwashed for the entertainment of friends who would write stuff on the car (usually reflecting their mental capabilities, but that is probably another email.)
For others, it is life transforming - nice guy - gets in car, traffic jam, nice guy become Attila the Hun (or whoever your troll is), Yet for some, it is a burden of cost - forever ceasingly grumbling about the cost of Road Tax, ETag, Greenslips, tolls..and whatever imaginative ways the govt can think to make driving a lightening experience (lightening, yep, you heard that right, Not enlightening...lightening specifically in the region of the right rear butt for most guys and for gals, erm, swinging little thing <No! not your breasts> ..your purse)
But more importantly, to people like me, the car is a companion, a companion of thrills, of despair, of hopes and of disappointment.
believe me or not, the car has a soul - As you sit in one, turn the ignition one, the slight yawn as it awakes, the tremble as it stretches. like you and I, It loves attention, the more attention you give it, the less it mopes and chokes. Feed it junk and it will throw up at you. I could go on and on and on...but i will not as I am kind and will consider your dull brains... :-p
The whole point of this is, well, My Car saved me today...No, not from heart jumping touge races in the middle of the night up the Pacific highway, Not from sliding out of control due to the way I typically drive...no serious, my car saved My life today and I'll tell you how.
As I walked around the house this morning, inspecting stuff as all house owners do, I saw this humongous Black Widow spider or a Redback as commonly know (yeah, Aussie land is full of these stuff.). This was huge! with the body being almost 1cm in length, excluding the long black legs. Definitely a full voluptuous female with full child bearing hips. And if you know Black Widows, these are possibly more of the more poisonous spiders around and worse, for the guys out there, Redback spider is one of few animals which display sexual cannibalism while mating. Anywayzzz..
Me, being me, runs in to grab a container (Far out, this will make a great pet!). Unable to find a container, i trapped it in a plastic tube , to be transferred to an appropriate container later and later, armed with a appropriate container (A 1.5litre plastic drink bottle,no less) I proceeded with the delicate task of transferring the spider. My plan was to drop the spider through a funnel into the drink bottle.
Everything was ready, I uncovered the tube and suddenly, the freakin spider ran out and up the tube towards my unprotected hand. In total panic, I just hurled the tube anywhere I could, and where did I hurl it? Into my freakin garage. I was in the bloody garden and of all places I could hurl the tube, it was into the freakin garage. What happened next was an "Oh shit" moment - actually no, what happened next was a wild though that the Spider did not go with the tube but landed somewhere on my back, off came the shirt and some wild swatting and dancing around the garden.
Ok..Next steps. Locate the tube, the spider could still be with the tube..Now, my garage is a mess. Its got all the packed stuff that would have been packed when I first moved in, in march this year. So, armed with a torch light and a stick and a bottle of spider spray, I began the delicate task of sorting through the mess to find the tube.
I had to start spreading stuff out and the car was in the way, so I backed the car out of the garage into the driveway. I spent the next hour searching and sifting through the junk. Many thoughts going through my mind about what if the spider crawled into my bed room, what if I start clearing stuff, hell, what if I started working on my car? I had to find it, I had to know where it was (in case the irony is lost on you...Australia is full of these things, they are everywhere - yet, i had to find this one).
The search bore no fruit, I was on the verge of giving up, in fact, I did give up. Packing away the stuff, I was resigned, scared, but as I walked toward the car with slow dragging steps, I noticed something on the ground. Peering closely, Lo! It was the Redback, no longer full and life giving, but squashed flat. Apparently, as I backed the car out of the garage onto the drive, that redback chanced under the tyre. It had been dead all along on the drive while I was busy searching for it in the garage.
My car saved me. Tonight, I parked her with care in the garage, closed the door gently, and as I shut the garage door, i promised that I'll wash her tomorrow, something I hadn't done in 2 months
For others, it is life transforming - nice guy - gets in car, traffic jam, nice guy become Attila the Hun (or whoever your troll is), Yet for some, it is a burden of cost - forever ceasingly grumbling about the cost of Road Tax, ETag, Greenslips, tolls..and whatever imaginative ways the govt can think to make driving a lightening experience (lightening, yep, you heard that right, Not enlightening...lightening specifically in the region of the right rear butt for most guys and for gals, erm, swinging little thing <No! not your breasts> ..your purse)
But more importantly, to people like me, the car is a companion, a companion of thrills, of despair, of hopes and of disappointment.
believe me or not, the car has a soul - As you sit in one, turn the ignition one, the slight yawn as it awakes, the tremble as it stretches. like you and I, It loves attention, the more attention you give it, the less it mopes and chokes. Feed it junk and it will throw up at you. I could go on and on and on...but i will not as I am kind and will consider your dull brains... :-p
The whole point of this is, well, My Car saved me today...No, not from heart jumping touge races in the middle of the night up the Pacific highway, Not from sliding out of control due to the way I typically drive...no serious, my car saved My life today and I'll tell you how.
As I walked around the house this morning, inspecting stuff as all house owners do, I saw this humongous Black Widow spider or a Redback as commonly know (yeah, Aussie land is full of these stuff.). This was huge! with the body being almost 1cm in length, excluding the long black legs. Definitely a full voluptuous female with full child bearing hips. And if you know Black Widows, these are possibly more of the more poisonous spiders around and worse, for the guys out there, Redback spider is one of few animals which display sexual cannibalism while mating. Anywayzzz..
Me, being me, runs in to grab a container (Far out, this will make a great pet!). Unable to find a container, i trapped it in a plastic tube , to be transferred to an appropriate container later and later, armed with a appropriate container (A 1.5litre plastic drink bottle,no less) I proceeded with the delicate task of transferring the spider. My plan was to drop the spider through a funnel into the drink bottle.
Everything was ready, I uncovered the tube and suddenly, the freakin spider ran out and up the tube towards my unprotected hand. In total panic, I just hurled the tube anywhere I could, and where did I hurl it? Into my freakin garage. I was in the bloody garden and of all places I could hurl the tube, it was into the freakin garage. What happened next was an "Oh shit" moment - actually no, what happened next was a wild though that the Spider did not go with the tube but landed somewhere on my back, off came the shirt and some wild swatting and dancing around the garden.
Ok..Next steps. Locate the tube, the spider could still be with the tube..Now, my garage is a mess. Its got all the packed stuff that would have been packed when I first moved in, in march this year. So, armed with a torch light and a stick and a bottle of spider spray, I began the delicate task of sorting through the mess to find the tube.
I had to start spreading stuff out and the car was in the way, so I backed the car out of the garage into the driveway. I spent the next hour searching and sifting through the junk. Many thoughts going through my mind about what if the spider crawled into my bed room, what if I start clearing stuff, hell, what if I started working on my car? I had to find it, I had to know where it was (in case the irony is lost on you...Australia is full of these things, they are everywhere - yet, i had to find this one).
The search bore no fruit, I was on the verge of giving up, in fact, I did give up. Packing away the stuff, I was resigned, scared, but as I walked toward the car with slow dragging steps, I noticed something on the ground. Peering closely, Lo! It was the Redback, no longer full and life giving, but squashed flat. Apparently, as I backed the car out of the garage onto the drive, that redback chanced under the tyre. It had been dead all along on the drive while I was busy searching for it in the garage.
My car saved me. Tonight, I parked her with care in the garage, closed the door gently, and as I shut the garage door, i promised that I'll wash her tomorrow, something I hadn't done in 2 months
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