Poor Bastard Lara:

Hey Bluey

I love my ute. It is better than sex.

I bought a ute and I collected from the guy about 10pm on the Friday night. The next day at 9am I took the HJ to a mates place. On the way I had a disagreement with a roo. A guidepost, a tabledrain, 3 fenceposts and some barbed wire meant that she spent the next 10 months at the panelbeaters.

But the bad luck didn't end there. When it was stripped back we seemed to misplace the engine number, chassis number, body number and compliance plates. It was stolen but the cops didn't know from whom. It was a cut down panelvan and no two panels came from the same car.

I finally got it back. A few months later I decided to replace the 202 with a 253. I gave the guy a motor, my ute and the money to do the work. 6 months later I found the ute. No guy, no 253, no 202, no money, no front panels, no seats, no stereo. I got it back on the road.

When I put it up for sale I thought no one would ever buy it. I believed this ute was such bad luck that I refused to have sex in it for fear of catching something. Anyway it sold in the first 6 hours, As Is - Where Is.

In July 2001 I bought a new ute, a WB. On Friday the 28th September I wrote it off. Some silly git tried to park his Nissan Pulsar under my bonnet at 100km/hr. I am getting the photos developed so I will give the full story when I have them.

By the way. I have parts off a WB for sale and I am looking to buy a new car if any one is interested.

Lara
Toowoomba Qld.
q1120994@mail.connect.usq.edu.