kiwiwolf
Gun Totin'
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Driving home from town on Thursday night in peak hour traffic, my car just up and died. Right in the middle of one of the busiest intersections in Auckland. Sitting there in the middle of the road blocking all traffic I was about as popular as a dose of syphillis at an orgy.
Lots of yelling and screaming later a couple of bikers helped me get my 2 ton monster off the road and a tow truck was called. The old faithful ex taxi was towed to a mates place... he is a mechanic of some note. (He can write his own invoices.)
I left it with him for the weekend and shot off out of town to visit my dear old grey haired mother. Arriving back this afternoon I shot straight round to visit my car surgeon.
"Whats wrong with her mate? Is she gonna live?"
The grim look on his face said it all.
"She's fucked buddy." (That's a technical term I think.)
The funeral will be held on Tuesday and mourners are asked to send engins in lieu of floral tributes.
Lots of yelling and screaming later a couple of bikers helped me get my 2 ton monster off the road and a tow truck was called. The old faithful ex taxi was towed to a mates place... he is a mechanic of some note. (He can write his own invoices.)
I left it with him for the weekend and shot off out of town to visit my dear old grey haired mother. Arriving back this afternoon I shot straight round to visit my car surgeon.
"Whats wrong with her mate? Is she gonna live?"
The grim look on his face said it all.
"She's fucked buddy." (That's a technical term I think.)
The funeral will be held on Tuesday and mourners are asked to send engins in lieu of floral tributes.