Category: Cars

I’m really excited! It’s Monday morning and I can’t wait to just get through the week. I’m always excited for work weeks to go quickly and for it to be the weekend again, but this weekend, in particular, is special. It’s not only my birthday this coming Friday, I’m also visiting a new car mechanic… Continue reading Car Anticipation

I am currently preparing my car for a photoshoot by the seaside. I love my car so much that I have to do this. I really badly just want to create a calendar of photos of my prized possession – my car. It is my favourite thing in the world. My car is my one… Continue reading European Car Photoshoot

‘Come on, come on,’ I hissed through gritted teeth as my car coughed and spluttered up the steepest hill I’d ever seen in my life. ‘God, we’re so close.’ At which point it promptly died. ‘Dammit!’ I yelled, quickly yanking the handbrake before gravity could send us rocketing back down the way it came. A… Continue reading Psychic Cowboy Mechanic

Taking my car to get a service is such a chore. I really can’t be bothered doing it. I simultaneously find it disruptive to my daily schedule and stressful. It’s disruptive because I have to take time off work to put my car in for the service and then I don’t have a car until… Continue reading Car Service Expenses

‘It’s not supposed to make that sound is it,’ I frowned over my mug of tea. ‘It definitely is not,’ my son frowned next to me, over his mug of hot chocolate. We both took a long, frowning sip. ‘Well,’ my husband grunted, hopping out of his ute and slamming the door, ‘that’s not supposed… Continue reading Mechanic Reluctance

Bang!  Bang!  Bang! The banging hadn’t stopped for ten minutes, another strike coming every three seconds exactly. Charlie knew they were only teasing – there was no way out of Fred Bentleigh’s office except that door, and the Little Men could have kicked it down with ease. After all, they’d brought down the entire wall… Continue reading Mechanic Base Failure

‘Okay, that’s it,’ I said through gritted teeth, my hand sore from clutching my seat belt for so long. ‘What the hell was that?’ ‘What was what?’ my boyfriend asked innocently, eyes never leaving the rain-covered road. ‘That sound your car just made,’ I glared at him. ‘It’s been doing it since we left Morayfield.’… Continue reading That Transmission Noise