Summer festival season had come! The car was packed, 6 people piled in and a road trip was undertaken. Like all good road trips, the novelty wore off with the lack of blood flow to the legs and the 3rd toilet stop in 2 hrs...
Then we arrived. Set up tents. The car was parked and three days of music
and crazy times
were had. Finally monday morning came, along with the realisation of reality to be returned to and the aches of a body that has been pushed in the pursuit of pleasure. The tent was packed. Slowly. The festival ground had nearly emptied, when we piled in the car, put the key in the ignition and.... tried to put the key in the iginition.. tried again, hard this time... ok it's half in... wiggled it and pushed again.... no. Tried pulling it out... no.Of course the festival was also in the middle of the country, so no mobile reception. A locksmith and a mechanic had been there last night, but now had long gone.
Options available:
Stay and brave the wild animals that inhabited the area...
Hitch?
A very expensive mobile mechanic visit and possible tow to civilisation...
$,$$$ = :-(
Or pull out the small tool box and inspired by years of:
and playing GTA, attempt to hot-wire a car. With absolutly no mechanical ability or idea of what I'm doing besides I have to touch the red wire to the blue wire.. I start to pull the car apart...
I undo this screw.. and that one.. and that wire.. poke that...
And, viola!!
I am now a fully qualified car thief and should a career in health & wellness fail, I now have something solid to fall back on :-)




