I Also Review Cars.
“We’ve driven three cars in the last four weeks!”
It just dawned on me that at age 8.5, I have yet to explain the concept of Airbnb to my child. Or money in general.
From her POV, every adult owns a holiday house in every country.
Two months ago, Hana came home, and the first thing she said:
“Bad news dad, we crashed the car.”
Oh well, if you’re alive to tell me the story, then it should be fine.
“Are we getting a new one?”
Ok Google, search ‘reforming boarding school for little shits outside of Australia’.
Anyway, the insurance company gave us a Renault Arkana.
A car that parks itself.
Check its tire pressure.
Just in time for me to help out with the Bakers Dozen event, and send my wife to Brighton for some sea scout power boat training.
We were admiring the Port Melbourne sunset when a car pulled up, windows down.
“Mate, your front tire is flat.”
Good job, tire pressure checking sensor.
Did you know: the replacement car provided during an insurance claim is fully insured?
Next car up: a Volkswagen T-Cross1.
We are going camping, do you have anything bigger?
The guy said: “dude, it’s an upgrade.”
Dude I know, but I don’t think I can fit crap in this car.
“Maybe you should cancel the camping.”
Oh man, I wish.
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