I got up, got ready, and went to leave, about 9am I think it was I went out of the house.

I opened the garage door, and checked the paint job on my fender. Hmm, crap.

It looked quite good when the paint was wet, but now that it's dried, it looks totally crap, compared to the stock paint, it might as well be matt black. Oh well, I suppose it's better than covered with rust.

Mum came down, to take my brother to school or something. She asked me what I was looking for (in the garage) I said I wasn't looking for anything, that I had to put the fender back on my bike, because I'd got it welded yesterday.

I took all the paper off it, and found the bolts and spanner, and I went about refitting it to my bike, I suppose it doesn't look too bad, now it's back on the bike.

I took off. It had been raining, so the roads were a bit wet, and it was raining very slightly when I got on the freeway.

A couple of kilometres up the freeway, there was a car parked in the right side breakdown lane, hmm, looks a bit suss, I slowed down, then I realised it was just a wombat car* (Mitsubishi Mirage) , so I kept going.

(*wombat car: the back of the hatchback mirage looks like a wombat's bum. I can't find a very good picture to illustrate that, since it seems that no one takes pictures of it. The best I could find is this picture).

As I got closer, I saw there were also cops sitting in the u turn bay there, crap.

They didn't do anything, so I just kept going.

I went into the service station, got fuel, and kept going.

I got to work at about 10am.

I did a couple of hours work, and then I went to see the guy from upstairs, to sort out going for lunch. He said he had to take his car to the mechanic, because the wheel was vibrating a bit on the freeway on his way up yesterday.

We waited around for ages, to arrange a guy giving us a lift back to work, he was in a meeting. When he eventually came out of the meeting, we went around and saw him, and arranged for him to come up and pick us up in a little while.

I went down with the guy from upstairs, and we jumped in his car, a VW Bug from the 60s, we drove up the road from work to the mechanic, and dropped the car off. On the way up, the guy from upstairs was asking if I could feel it, when he'd put the accelerator on a bit, it did feel like the car was vibrating a bit.

The mechanic looked at it, and was saying that it was probably the tires or something, because they look a bit worn. The guy from upstairs said that it had the same tyres on it as when he bought it, and that was 4 years ago.

The mechanic said they were classed as light truck tyres, and cost about $100 each, he said he'd ring around and find out the exact cost however, and call the guy from upstairs to let him know.

We stood there chatting for a bit, and then the guy from work turned up, got a bit of fuel, and we jumped in his car and took off.

He had to go to the RTA, to sort out his rego or something, so we went there, as we drove there, we saw the mechanic taking the guy from upstairs' car for a drive, to see if he could work out what was wrong. He was a few hundred metres behind us, then we made a few turns, and he went a different way.

We got to the shops where the RTA was, and parked. I went with the guy from upstairs to find a shop to get a sandwich or something for lunch, while the other guy from work went in to the RTA to do whatever he had to do.

We walked around a bit, the shops didn't look promising. We wandered up a ramp, to another area, found a fruit shop and a buthcer and stuff, and then a cake shop.

We went into the cake shop, they had sandwiches, so we ordered them, and got drinks, and went and sat outside.

We'd been there for a few minutes, when the guy from upstairs' phone rang. He answered it, it was the mechanic. I went about eating my sandwich while the guy from upstairs spoke on the phone.

When he got off the phone, I asked him if the mechanic had worked out what was wrong with his car. He said that the mechanic had worked it out, it was rust, the car was stuffed, it couldn't be repaired, and we should go back there to look at it.

Oh great.

We finsihed eating our food, just as the guy from work walked up, finished in the RTA.

The guy from upstairs told him the story, as we walked back to the car, and then we went back to the service station where the car/mechanic was.

He had the Bug jacked up a bit, and when we looked in there, there was a huge amount of rust all around the back of the wheel hub, behind the front right wheel.

There was so much rust there, and the tear was about 60 cm long. When the mechanic put his foot on the floor of the car (the jack was under the body, rather than the floor) the floor went right down, and the tear opened up enough for fingers to fit through inside the car, from the wheel hub.

It was totally stuffed, the body had come right away from the floor. The mechanic said that it couldn't be fixed.

The guy from upstairs said that he didn't want it then, and asked if the mechanic wanted it, he asked what the guy from upstairs wanted for it, and he said about $100. The mechanic said he would give him $100 for it.

We then went through the car, getting out everything of value, loose change on the floor and under the seats etc, the steering lock, I found a figure eight power cable stuck down the back of the passenger seat, and there was a garage door opener in the glove box.

There wasn't much else of value left in there after that, there was an old rego paper from 2003 in the glove box, so the guy from upstairs signed his details for transfer of rego on there, gave it to the mechanic, and he gave him $100 cash.

We got back in the guy from work's car, and went back to work.

I went back to my desk, and did another couple of hours work, and left work at 6.30pm.

The guy from work who'd given us a lift before, went up to the pub to check in, and then once he was done, the guy from upstairs and I walked up there.

We sat out the back, having a couple of drinks, and chatting.

Someone commented on the Minister and Director General coming up tomorrow, for morning tea, or a BBQ or something. We joked about last time they planned that, and the Minister didn't turn up.

It turns out that he'd gone to St Leonards, since no one had told him that we'd relocated. That's pretty funny, when you're not aware that your own department has moved 200km away.

I joked that I'd wear a hawaiian shirt up for the event tomorrow.

We eventually decided to go and get some dinner. It was getting close to 8pm, when they stop serving at the place we wanted to go to.

One guy took off, saying he'd tell them we were on our way, so we could still order when we got there. I took off a few minutes later, and rode my bike down there, and went in.

The other guys got down there a few minutes after 8pm, so the bartender still let us order.

We got our food, ate it, and had a couple of games of pool.

I left the pub about 9.30pm I think it was, and took off for home.

On the way home, there was massive gale force winds on the freeway, I was getting blown all over the road, it was unreal.

I got back, got off the freeway, between the freeway and home, there was all leaves and bits of tress all over the road, it must have been pretty windy down here too.

I got home about 10.30pm, or 11pm or something, sat and watched a bit of tv, and went to bed about midnight.