Has anybody seen Grandpa floating around lately? Actually ‘floating’ is hardly the right word to use about dear old Gramps, I must have a little discussion with Aunt Edith about the saying that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach! I’d say that by the look of him if she hasn’t got to his heart by now they might have to ‘BUY A BIGGER UTE’! Anyway enough of my personal problems there are more important things on the agenda.
It’s winter again! It seems to come around each year (or more often in Melbourne) and may not be everyone’s ideal time to go camping but to those who choose winter sports, snow trips, etc as their way of recuperating, this is their holiday time. We also shouldn’t overlook some of our migrants from the colder countries of the world (almost everywhere) who find that our alpine regions remind them of their earlier life and are at home holidaying in our mild winter conditions.
I apologise for talking about my private life in an austere magazine, such as “Workshop Manager” but Grandpop has just dropped into the shop, and I really enjoy our time together. We’re sitting on milk crates trying to digest a hamburger and drink and Gramps has asked a few questions that take some thought to answer (boy does that put me under pressure). It appears he is buying a late model 4WD (I think it’s called “End of Life Crisis!”) and he wants to know what he should do to get a good run out of it, hearing that vehicles have changed a lot since he last owned a ‘Standard Vangard’.
The love of my life is in trouble. She needs an urgent uplift, her undercarriage is dragging badly and she’s lying to one side. Pretty sad really. She’s been a good old girl and these days you can’t get much for a trade-in. When they sag at the rear there is not much interest around, so I’ve bitten the bullet and invested in a full suspension kit for my trusty 4WD. What did you think I was talking about?