Need a GT wing?

It still amazes me the size of a wing people can place on their car. Josh and I were not totally convinced this was even a real GTR. The fact a GT wing the size of a small country was pop rivetted to the back didn't exactly aid in this cause either. Mind you it was also evident that some people are just straight out totally confused about what they are actually driving.


This poor chap and his Nissan Exa are one such case. The Kompressor badge off a Mercedes implying that his Nissan is supercharged is highly amusing. This person also had managed to purchase just about every known interior 'rice' accessory that could possibly be available. To the extent he even had a 'stick on' sheet of fake red anodized checkerplate on the passenger side dash. Each to their own but sometimes you'd wish a mate would step in and say 'Mate, you've just gone too far.'


Then there is this chap. You can't be doing it that rough when you drive an X5. However if your memory is so shot that you can't remember its an X5 or a V8 then theres a problem. There is also the other possibility this person uses the number plate to help differentiate his X5 from the 90000 other ones driving around Brisbane. I can see it now, you go down to the local shops and park in a row of 5 other black X5s and easily locate yourself?


Of course some people spend their extensive money supply somewhat more wisely (it could be debated of course) but at least they drive something that isn't just another BMW. This is from what Josh and I believe a TVR Cerbera or maybe a Chimaera?


Moving along Josh recently had a rather extensive upgrade of vehicle himself. Moving from a mid 90s Ford Telstar he now owns this puppy. A HSV VX R8. Went for a few straps around the place which was good fun. He still hasn't braved to disengage the traction control. Rightly so, I'm sure it could eat a set of rear tyres in no time.


And finally I share this. This is the kind of situation where you stop for a moment. Look around. Wait a while. Then really cross those fingers that some kind of bizarre accident does not befall you. The train sitting in front of us is loaded with only two kinds of product. Cyanide and N.O.S. I could use the term 'truck load' to quantify how much there was, but that would be absurd!