Vehicle detective....

I have been rather perplexed for awhile now. I have a car for sale and no one wants to buy it.

It's in near perfect condition, full service history, low mileage and all the bells and whistles you could want. But no one wants. It has been weeks and weeks and no word.

With everything going on in my life right now, I am just unable to take enquiries and deal with tyre kickers each weekend so my dear mechanic and friend Kiwi Mick told me he would handle it all for me. He sells cars alot and crap on Ebay all the time so it wasn't too much of a stress for him.

I gave the car a quick once over with the vacuum, a tearful goodbye ( I don't want to get rid of it, but who really needs 2 cars?) and told Kiwi Mick I would arrange for a detailer to do a proper job. Ah, no don't worry says Mick - I'll sort it out.

I breathe a sigh of relief and feel thankful for friends.

So weeks have gone by without a sale and since I am going away for the weekend I decide I'll take it out for a nice big drive. Mick and I have a quick chat and a mutual headshake about the lack of buyers - I load it up with bags, seats, sleeping bags kids and dog.

After a few kilometers down the highway and I think I'm onto something. It might be a clue...or two.

The windows are dirty there are marks everywhere and when you turn on the heater it REEKS OF CIGARETTES. Not just cigarettes, but butts soaked in beer and left out in the sun for a week.


Do you think I'm onto something? Should I resign from my job as Kid Wrangler and become a detective?


Yours in pissed offed-ness,

Lulu