Stop the Car

The only stories we read are about death and destruction. It means that people lock themselves away through fear. We always think the worst, which is why people no longer stop for broken down cars on roads when it’s dark. When I broke down recently in Country Victoria people refused to stop until I pulled out my video camera and explained that I was conducting auditions for a celebrity mechanic TV karaoke show. After three engine tune-ups and a new exhaust I had to turn people away. The power of the lure of fame.
A friend of mine once hit a wombat in The Dandenongs. He didn’t stop. He thought it was just a ruse by the wombats. He expected that once he was out of the car the wombats would gang-rape him and sell him to the koalas. It really is a jungle out there.