Tragedy has struck

Had a fairly smooth run today to Townsville.  Automatic fish feeder appears to be working, home brew finished filtering, didn’t forget anything and a smooth run out to the airport.  Decanted Calley at the departure line with a metric shitload of luggage, dropped the car at the parking mob, had a 2 minute wait for a shuttle bus, then all of three minutes in line for check-in.  Luggage was pronounced as being bang on what we weighed it as.  Got handwaved through security complete with wedding dress (bugger explosive shoes, if you want to get onto a plane with no questions asked I say carry it on stuffed up a wedding dress ANYDAY – I could have had Achmed the dead terrorist up there for all they knew).  Plane crew (every since of them gay) were really good, carried it on for Calley and kicked a bunch of people out of a locked to make room for it, then got her priority service off at the end.

 

Then I went to pick up the hire car.

 

The car that they had allocated me was due to back to have its rego done in 4 days, and I need it for 22 days.  Bugger.  Need another car.

 

There aren’t any more full sized sedans.

 

So the only solution was to upgrade me to an XR6 at no extra cost.  The XR6, when inspected, had 112km on the clock.  It has a few more now, and a slightly lower tread depth.  (Hint: the second button on the bottom row of the binnacle makes the traction control go away and livens the transmission RIGHT up.  So does sticking the box into semi-auto mode.)

 

Damn shame all around, really.  Buggered an otherwise smooth operation.  I shall have to grin and bear.