New beginnings, the end of an era

I was busy being nostalgic “working on the farm” fixing fences and digging things, moving things etc. Also enjoying my late mornings and let’s not forgot the late nights :) You’re a bad influence Jim (or maybe it’s the $10 steins). Anyhow, now it has been a bit of frantic packing till I got done...

I have loaded my car up inclusive 1 Crt TV, 2 computer monitors, 2 computers, 1 bike, a set of weights all my clothes a rug and some random paraphernalia. A Very heavy car indeed, glad it’s a V6.

To get on the ferry the inspection (for quarantine, apparently) involves lifting the hood. Now my car has suffered a possible cracked head gasket which makes it, while running, leak oil like a broken sieve... right onto exhaust. This means if I have gone more than about a km in the last 15min the car starts smoking like the engine bay is on fire. After 200km there appears to be a small colony of dragons fighting tar creatures from Venus just under my bonnet. Problem. However, the entrance to the spirit of Tasmania is – luckily - sloped almost imperceptibly downhill. This meant I could turn off the engine and roll. However, in an automatic this means i lose power steering and breaks. But it’s that or wake the hood daemons.

So here I am naunchelauntly rolling my car, turning my steering wheel with both hands and all my might. Meanwhile I have to use two feet for the breaks which makes me look like a senior citizen who forgot to have his all-bran. Now i realise i need my driver’s licence which is in the jacket pocket, on the back seat... not my most elegant hour. Nothing to see here! God I hope my car makes it to Canberra.