8:30am I get a phone call from Peta asking me to help her move some props for her. Since she couldn't drive stick, and her brother's friend bailed, so she asked me. i was happy, i thought it was just driving a manual van. I thought as long as it wasn't column shift i'd be fine.
Then Imma tells me I have to tow a trailer. at that point i was like "andrew. be a man, a man can drive anything...".
so i get there, my jaw drops when i see the van, i psych myself up... be a man... be a man...craps i'm just a boy...
i successfully get the van down the hill and get to the main road, cars were keeping their distance, none of the trailer lights were working. changing lanes required lots of head turning and "peta... am i clear?!" because the wing mirrors were also just as broken..ahh no power steering either...
it all seemed a bit incongruent, my outfit, prada sunglasses, and peta in this dirty broken van going 40km/h down the main roads in eltham.
the van was okay, apart from the huge difficulty in getting the van from second to third gear, and towing wasn't so hard, except when i had to reverse. oh dear god. peta's photographer told her that a sign of a true aussie bloke was the ability to reverse a trailer. i'm no bloke.. i held up traffic, reversed the trailer twice into the curb, mounted the van on the curb twice, but i eventually managed to park the van on the nature strip.
ahhh my arms are sore, my left knee is sore, and my back is sore. love it. most exercise ive done in months.
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