Category: Cars

When I arrived at the Adelaide workshop, I didn’t hesitate to enter the building. Disappointingly, there was no valet, so I had to park my own car like a pleb, but I managed. As I entered, intending to fulfil the latest condition of my father’s will, so that I can get my billions of dollars, I called out to the nearest staff member. He turned out to be the manager and had been expecting my arrival for some time.

“Ah, Mr Hunter,” the man said, “there is something your father wanted me to show you while we complete your log book service. Around Adelaide, a good log book service is hard to come by, but you’ll find that we provide the best.”

The manager took me toward the back of the shop, into his office. There, he motioned for me to take a seat across from his own. The room smelt strongly of bitter coffee, a half-full mug sitting on the desk. As the manager picked it up and took a sip, he opened a draw and began rummaging through it. Finally, he put down his cup of coffee and pulled out a photo frame. He slid it across the table so that I could have a closer look.

The picture was in black and white, depicting my father in peasant clothing. He stood with the owner, cups of thick, dark liquid in glasses they held. I assumed it was red wine. Both men looked as if they hadn’t aged a day since.

“Your father was a master at charming others,” said the owner. “He convinced almost everybody in Adelaide to come here for their car repair. Without him, I don’t think we’d be here today.”

I shook my head, hands trembling. Pushing my chair back, I stood. It couldn’t be true. There was no way that my father ever would have done service for the working class. He was a billionaire. Such work was beneath him. Surely the manager had it wrong. My father had simply donated money to this workshop. That had to be it.

Before the owner could speak another word, I left the workshop, hoping this nightmare would be over soon.

– Will Hunter

I’ve got a book recommendation for you all. It’s called Cars and People, and it’s about a detective who comes to Melbourne to solve a cold case that has bothered him for his entire career. Retracing his steps from three decades ago, Detective Stein finds himself in Bentleigh, the suburb where it all went wrong for him. He soon discovers that the criminal who has eluded him for so long is still alive. So begins an epic game of cat and mouse, although the cat isn’t who you think he is. You see, the criminal has lured the detective back to finish the job for good, using old evidence as bait. In this book, the detective is the mouse.

It all starts when Detective Stein visits a mechanic around Bentleigh, where a lot of the clues point toward. This mechanic is right across the street from the scene of the crime, which is still covered in police tape, even thirty years later. Although this mechanic shop has changed hands, the crucial clue the detective needs is beneath the floorboards – figuratively speaking. The clue is actually in an abandoned car that has been sitting at the back of the shop for years.

Detective Stein thinks he’s onto something, but that’s when the criminal reveals himself and his horrible plan. Suddenly Stein is on the run, framed for a crime he didn’t commit. A hidden clue at the auto electrical shop near Bentleigh was just the beginning! None of Stein’s old friends will help him, and he’s now a disgrace to the police force. With nowhere else to go, Stein turns to an old lover. Jessica Cruz worked on the case with him all those years ago, until she fell in love with Stein and left the force in disgrace. Stein and Jessica must work together to prove that he didn’t commit the crime. Only then can he return to the life he always wanted, perhaps this time with the love of his life by his side.

It’s a great book. I definitely didn’t write it. If you see Cars and People in stores, you should definitely buy it!

They’ve done it again! The Panthers have won the Australian football championship for the third time in four years. I can’t believe it. I’ve been following this team for forty years and never thought I’d see a single championship win, let alone three. I’m literally shaking with excitement. I think it’s time to drive around the streets with a Panthers flag on top of my car and two scarves out the window, just to let the entire world know about my team’s latest, most epic win.

Thank goodness I got that car service near Malvern the other day, otherwise, my car wouldn’t be drivable. I needed urgent break repair by a qualified auto mechanic, and thankfully they got the job done just as efficiently as the Panthers did today. We absolutely thrashed the Moe Mice by five goals in an emphatic display, and I want everybody to know it. Maybe I should get some paint and write the final score on the side of my car.

Marty Dust won the medal for best player in the match, which makes it his third medal of that kind. Nobody has ever won three of them before, being the best player in a championship match three times, which officially makes Marty the greatest of all time. I should probably put that information on my car for everyone to see as well.

Alright, well it’s time to spend the next six hours driving about and bragging. I’ll play the Panthers’ song on my stereo and have the windows down. I just hope my car’s battery doesn’t die or something. I would be quite sad if the celebrations were cut short by a trip to an Elwood car service. The mechanic I saw the other day suggested that it would soon be time to replace the battery, but I figured it would be fine for a few more days. Now I’m starting to worry that was unwise. Oh well, we’ll see how I go. Go Panthers, you truly are a dynasty team now!

– Eric