Cars
"Here in my car", said 80s pop hero Gary Numan, "I feel safest of all". He obviously never shared the same stretch of road as me, then. Automotive tales of mirth and woe, please.
( , Thu 22 Apr 2010, 12:34)
"Here in my car", said 80s pop hero Gary Numan, "I feel safest of all". He obviously never shared the same stretch of road as me, then. Automotive tales of mirth and woe, please.
( , Thu 22 Apr 2010, 12:34)
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Kev Sullivan was a pal of my father's -
and way back in the 1950s he bought a new Holden. Now one of the problems with the F series Holden was that there were only a dozen different keys. If you had a few Holden keys then there was a good chance you could just drive a new car away without even breaking in. Or so the story went. Kev's car went too.
Kev lived in a town boasting 1200 souls so there was not a lot of searching to be done by police and a new car stuck out like the proverbial.
A month or so went by with no news and Kev went back to cycling. Then he had to go to Brisbane, the best part of 1000 km away by road or rail.
He put up at a hotel near the main post office. Two days later he saw a new Holden parked nearby. Same colour. Same plates. He still had the keys so he nipped back to his room, grabbed them, He threw what was in the car into the middle of the street and drove to the nearest police station.
The newspaper he had bought the day the car was stolen was still in it.
( , Fri 23 Apr 2010, 22:50, Reply)
and way back in the 1950s he bought a new Holden. Now one of the problems with the F series Holden was that there were only a dozen different keys. If you had a few Holden keys then there was a good chance you could just drive a new car away without even breaking in. Or so the story went. Kev's car went too.
Kev lived in a town boasting 1200 souls so there was not a lot of searching to be done by police and a new car stuck out like the proverbial.
A month or so went by with no news and Kev went back to cycling. Then he had to go to Brisbane, the best part of 1000 km away by road or rail.
He put up at a hotel near the main post office. Two days later he saw a new Holden parked nearby. Same colour. Same plates. He still had the keys so he nipped back to his room, grabbed them, He threw what was in the car into the middle of the street and drove to the nearest police station.
The newspaper he had bought the day the car was stolen was still in it.
( , Fri 23 Apr 2010, 22:50, Reply)
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