The weather forecast was for an indeterminate number of sunny 27 degree days, so we left the paradise of Abel Tasman NP, Golden Bay, and Farewell Spit.
After 2 brecklunches we switched driver. This was the first time the van was introduced to Tricia's right foot and left hand.
If I drive like a laid back Bob Marley song, then Tricia drives like a raw force just unleashed from the starting gates of Hell.
I had no idea that all gear changes could be done at 30kph higher than me. The engine was screaming but did not explode. At least we could no longer hear any wind noise.
Corners can be taken as a series of g-force zip zags rather than a single smooth gentle sweep, who'd have thought.
I relocated the tourist info device so it was no longer between my head and the air bag.
For the first time this trip our van was able to overtake. The first two victims fled the road before being rammed to hell. The third panicked and pulled off into a ditch. Tricia played with the 4th like Orca play with a seal pup before killing it.
The Top 10 Tourist Park at Greymouth is now adorned with 30 meters of parallel black rubber skid marks where our journey came to a "scrape your face off the windscreen" end.
I don't think the air bags are working.
The next 5 days here are forecast for thunderstorms.
Sunset was nice. It was the time today it felt safe to do anything with my hands other than grip on for impending death.
this is hilarious!!
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