Techno-fob-ia?

Stefanus wrote about a new thing. I paraphrased his rant: What a bloody stupid idea. The ‘Key Fob’ or ‘Keyless Start’ or ‘Keyless Go’ or ‘Proximity Key’. I have always thought it was a stupid idea but I wasn’t sure why. Tonight I found out why. Our friend John gets home with his wife afterContinue reading “Techno-fob-ia?”

It’s Just Cos You’re Old

My ole man complains his doc doesn’t even try to help him. “He always just says ‘It’s cos you’re old’ ‘Dis die ouderdom.’ Any problem, there’s no attempt at fixing or understanding – just ‘Hey, you’re old.’ He doesn’t even get up out of his chair!” Now I really empathise with people wanting to beContinue reading “It’s Just Cos You’re Old”

Deja Bloody Vu

Can you believe it? The irresponsibility! Tom is writing exams, writes five and decides he wants to write the last three when I can invigilate. The others have been invigilated by his tutor Langelihle and another third-year student Rebecca. So we settle on Saturday afternoon and Sunday. Except he arranges for Ryan to come aroundContinue reading “Deja Bloody Vu”

On Seeking Good Advice

. . and then ignoring it. I couldn’t believe they wanted R40 000! Forty Thousand! NO WAY! So I sought advice from someone who really knows cars. Hi Alan My VW kombi is a 2005 1,9TDi T5 8-seater – 166 000km. Repairs needed: Clutch (R12 800); Brakes (R3 000); Driveshaft (R10 100) Sliding door notContinue reading “On Seeking Good Advice”

Did You Got a Licence?

Dad, asks TomTom, When does this licence expire? We’re sitting outside a nightclub at 11pm and he’s asking while we’re waiting for the last of the boys so we take home all eleven that we brought (yes, ELEVEN). Dunno, let’s check, I say. I know he’s interested as we were once bust in Lesotho forContinue reading “Did You Got a Licence?”

Wheels and Status

Car spotting and car bragging is a (very) competitive sport at Tom’s school. Every day I hear tales of Ferraris and Range Rovers taking kids to school and the sad lament of what the isikoroskoro we drive means to his standing. We usually park far from the school (I let him walk the last fewContinue reading “Wheels and Status”

Redfoot, the 1979 Land Rover

Aitch knew a doctor in PMB who “did up” Land Rovers. That got me thinking . . . To my amazement my partners Lello, Yoell & Stoute were NOT HUGELY enthusiastic as I twisted their arms to go in as equal shareholders! Even when I told them that, besides the good doctor, it had onlyContinue reading “Redfoot, the 1979 Land Rover”

Moving? Don’t use Swanie’s Van Lines!

We were moving don’t ask me why. I would happily die here, I said to Aitch. “It’s outside the best schools’ catchment area” Aitch said to me. Which was why I was loading stuff into a rented trailer after fifteen years in River Drive. Look, it wasn’t a bad trailer. It was – OK, itContinue reading “Moving? Don’t use Swanie’s Van Lines!”

Casa Blanca Roadhouse, Joburg

As students 1974-1977 we would frequent the Casa Blanca roadhouse at the foot of Nugget Hill below Hillbrow when the pocket money arrived from home. Squeezed into Joz’s VW Beetle or Steve’s beige Apache or Bobby’s Mini Cooper S or Glen’s green Toyota, we’d ask the old Elvis-looking guy with a cap, flip-up sunglasses andContinue reading “Casa Blanca Roadhouse, Joburg”

We have not been able to reach you

Hi Pete, Thank you for your response, I’ll cancel your – or shall I say Thomas’s – request with the dealer. Glad the boy has good taste in cars. Keep well. Kind Regards Vicki Carshop Team Leader ————————– From: Pete Sent: Wednesday, February 20, 2013 2:15 PM To: carshop Subject: Re: We have not beenContinue reading “We have not been able to reach you”

My Ford Ranger 3-litre Diesel! It’s gone!

Got back from the Brauers’ palatial new home in the ritzy suburb of Gramedoelas in Tshwane – that ancient seat of my forebears the Tshwanepoels (we have landclaim rights there) – landed at Kinshasa Airport and set off to my car. OK, bakkie. It’s waiting for me in 1A in the parking garage proper. (KingContinue reading “My Ford Ranger 3-litre Diesel! It’s gone!”

Thy Ox and My Ass

On a boys getaway weekend to Manteku on the WildCoast my kombi makes it easily down to Drifters’ camp, though I do think Uh! Oh! as we drive down, Might be interesting getting out! Five glorious days later we pack up and head out. But it has rained and the hill is too much forContinue reading “Thy Ox and My Ass”