Poor Bastard Joss:
Hey Bluey,
I found your web site and checked out a few of your Poor Bastards letters. Anyway I thought I might tell you of one stupid things that I did one Sunday morning.
My Dad had an HQ ute, 253 with the big Holley carb and big exhgaust. Anyway more to the point he had to sell it cause it wasn't quite big enough for his work. He put an ad in the paper and a few days later he got a call from a guy who wanted to have a look at it. They arranged for him to come out and have a look at it one Sunday morning. Sunday came and my Dad had to go out quickly and do something for work, so he told me to take it down the back paddock and take all the tools out of it.
He left and so I jumped into it and headed down the back. I quickly got all the tools and stuff out of the back and jumped back into it. I loved this ute and always wanted to drive it but being 16 I was never allowed. Anyway Dad was out and I had the keys to his tuff ute, so what the heck. I am down the paddock going mental doing circle work, fish tails, you name it.
I was having a ball until I lost it and ran over a big rock and ripped the exhaust straight out!
My Dad comes home and went off his brain. I never knew how much it cost him to get it fixed but I figured it wasn't cheap just by looking at his boot mark in my ass!
Regards
Joss Emmett.
