This is a solid effort. I have long been an advocate for bike racks on roof. My younger brother once asked me 'tow bar rack or roof rack?' My response was the very simple 'do you trust the car behind you or do you trust yourself? If you trust the car behind you more than yourself get a tow bar rack, if you trust yourself get a roof rack.' Now you can probably see where this is going...
So I was supposed to settle on my new house the a week before before Christmas, it got pushed back to the Friday before Christmas and the vendor was being a right prick, had removed items from the house and we didn't now if we would be in our new house for Christmas or even if we would have a home come New Years as we had to be out of the old place. Anyhow after much fucking about we get the keys, I get my daughter and show her the new house. Anyhow it is nearly 5 and I decide to get some things for the pool and we will call by the old house and pick up a few things. We drive past the closest pool shop and it has just closed. So we are driving along and up ahead I can see and smell smoke my first reaction was someone excited about being on holidays and doing burnouts, as I get closer I see it has been a car accident, massive, three cars. I pull over to see what I can do. People are out of the first and third car, I go to the one in the middle. Driver is diagonal in the cabin, feet in drivers footwell head resting on passenger window, pinning his daughter below him. He is in his early 70's she would be 50ish. He is asking for help, can't get him out the driver side, I go to the passenger side and the door can't be opened. People are going 'don't move him, wait for the ambulance...' Yes I know the basic rule is not to move but this guy needed to be out of the car. I can hear sirens getting closer, I go back around to the driver side, he asks me to help him again. His abdomen is swollen, his skin colour has a tinge of grey. I am trying to think what can I do to help, how can I do more and...I watch him die. Someone performs CPR, I watch his chest cave in under CPR, there was no resistance from his sternum...Fire and Rescue, Heavy Rescue, Ambulance etc turn up and start breaking up the car to pull him out the way I wanted to. I grab my daughter, 16 years old, explain that there is no point us staying and watching we will only be in the way, the best people are now here to help, I drive away. She asks if he was going to make it, I lie and tell her there is still hope...
We drive to the old house, pick up some stuff and I throw my old Intense on the roof, put an extra tie to hold the front wheel securely, pick up a pizza on the way home. Now every house I have ever lived in has a garage and for my new house I had one requirement a three car garage, preferably four. At some point my architect wife fell in love with an architect designed house with a fancy car port under the main part of the house. As you approach the house it is really just a thin floating concrete beam...
As I pull into my new street, I drive into the driveway, I hear a sound tire, metal on concrete and...fuckwit
