Cars

I have not had many cars in my time. 
My first was a 69 Corella.  I purchased it for $500 from a friend.  That thing just went and went.   I did have dramas in it.  One time I had to get my mechanic to pick it up after a fire in the engine.  It looked bad.  Total cost to fix?  $5.  Not a drama, but a friend of mine also had a daggy old car.  We were on the Atherton Tablelands.  I was driving my car and he his.  I decided to try to hide from him.  The cars we were driving did not make for a classic car chase.  Anyway I saw some tennis courts and thought I would duck in behind them.  Unbeknown to me, behind the courts there was a golf tee off area not far down.  A guy was about to tee off when he saw me coming.  He watched me and decided to pick up his ball and vacate where he was.  I never reached that far, but I will never forget the look on his face and his keystone cop like vacating of where he was.
I graduated from it to a really smooth looking Sigma.  My mechanic said “buy it before he changes his mind.”  I had that one ages.  That was the first and only time I know of that I reached one hundred miles an hour.  The car was shaking at that point so I determined slowing down was a good idea.  It was in that car I discovered that I could get everyone to involuntarily rise in their seats if I went over a hump at the right speed. I don’t remember what town we were in, but the guy in the car next to me at the lights decided he wanted a race.  I was up for it.  I don’t remember the outcome, but we and both our passengers, had a good time.  I ended up selling that one after I was parked in the last car park before a bus stop, and a bus side swiped it and put a big gouge in it.  Someone I knew did a great job fixing it, and I sold it after that.
Someone I knew was coming from the US.  I needed a car for the occasion.  Another friend used his access to the car markets and I got a Holden Commodore.  My friend from the US and I did a trip out west to Longreach, Winton, Cloncurry and up to Cairns before coming down the coast.  That vehicle was just the ticket.  It was in that one that a big spider emerged from somewhere while I was driving.  I pulled over and spent a lot of time looking for him, but never found him.  I decided getting home mattered more to me, than knowing he was there.  That one gave up the ghost and I sold it.
I was using dads Cressida when he got too old to drive.  I knew he was too old when he came and picked me up.  He did a U turn on a really wide street.  He made it even wider.  In the passenger seat I got to see the underside of a shrub up real close.
I now drive a Mazda 6.  I told Merril a person could gain speed really fast in that car.  She told me one could slow down real fast in it to.  I hadn’t thought of that.
I guess these events were memorable because they were rare.  I only drive short distances these days.  The cd player and the air con make it a pleasure.