Chasing Cars

I swear karma is getting some form of perverse pleasure out of getting me to travel in someone else's car. The Wanglor Elite went and had a mini-weekend down at the Loveshack (pictured below) last night, and we invited a few close friends down to share in the revelry. We went down Sunday, partied hard Sunday night, and most of us came back today to revisit the real world where thinking is encouraged and debauchery isn't tolerated in public places.


It was a good night down the coast, and a great way to chillax with some good friends. Oddly enough, my tale revolves not around the destination, but the journey to and from.

I hitched a lift down in Sizzlord's car. Now, the Sizzmobile has developed a nasty habit of overheating. It's falling apart at the seams after four years of hard labour, but thankfully a new Sizzmobile will be on the roads in about a week's time. Ol' Blue has served Sizzlord well, and has been a part of many humourous stories. In this particular case the car decided, in it's infinite wisdom, that halfway towards the Loveshack in the middle of the M1 was the perfect time for it to get a bit hot under the collar.
So out we get, give the car some time to cool down, pour water over the constantly sizzling Sizzmobile's engine block, and pull into every servo we see on the way to replenish our makeshift coolant supplies.

We finally arrived, somehow, 2 hours later at the Loveshack. Not a fun way to start a miniweekend! We decided to start getting our drink on, and and a night of hilarity and fun doth ensued.

The next morning, our lovely friend Ames gave me a lift back into town so I could attend (and I use the term loosely) uni. We're driving along the same M1 heading back, and her car starts shuddering and shaking.

"Ooh, I don't like the sound of this."
"Sounds like a flat, Ames."
"Probably. But look, it's fine now. What was it?"
"Fucks me. Weird though."

Two minutes later, the front right tire literally explodes. Ames to her credit voices a few choice phrases, slows down and pulls off into the median strip. My only outward reaction is to exude an aura of calm so the both of us don't flip out at what quite possibly could have just killed us.

There's a moment of silence in the car, Ames gripping the steering wheel, and me looking at Ames.

"Well, that was interesting," I finally say.

We jump out of the car and check out the tire, and I couldn't help but laugh. The damn thing had just EXPLODED! How random is that? Pieces of the tire are everywhere and the main rubber outer is skewiff around the rim.
With me still giggling, we work together and exchange the remnants of the old tire for the perfectly usable spare in the back. And the weirdest thing about the entire experience was the little thought in the back of my mind that the Sizzmobile fucked up on the way down, and now the Amesmobile had fucked up on the way back.

I fear for the lives of anyone in the third car I get into. Please, think of the children. Don't offer Gabe a lift. It could be your last. Karma is a vengeful elephant.