*bdc – before digital cameras.
Maybe, I should have said before Smartphones, because these days, I am comply lost without my Smartphone. But, I digress.
A work colleague had recently moved from Johannesburg to Cape Town and needed to make one final road trip to Johannesburg to fetch his other car, a Beetle. A road trip, sounded like a good idea, so I went with.
So, one Friday evening, we climbed into Tom’s Toyota Corolla and headed north.After having been on the road for a while and having stopped for something to eat, we stopped and I took over the driving. I found my second wind and was comfortable just driving whilst Tom tried to get some sleep. Now, here is the thing, the movement of a travelling car normally helps you to fall asleep, but not Tom. He could not go sleep whilst we we moving. So I pulled over, so he could sleep, but I was too wired and sat staring into the darkness until the sun made it’s appearance.
Needless, to say the rest of the day, I made a good imitation of a Zombie. Then we discovered there were no car trailers available (the engine was in pieces)and we had to make another plan. We managed to get our hands on a frame that we could attach to the Corollas tow bar and bolt onto the Beetles body. So with the engine loaded into the boot (trunk), we had an early braai (barbecue) and made arrangements to get woken at 2 a.m the next morning.
Except, every time Tom’s mother came to wake us, I would get out of bed and Tom would mutter something and go back to sleep. So we left long after the sun had risen.
What should have been an uneventful trip turned out to be, well, let’s just say interesting. The Beetle’s Engine and everything else that was going back to Cape Town took up the whole of the back of the hatchback even with the back seats down, making it impossible to lower the front seats. So, no lowering the seats.
Because we had left later that we should and taking into account we were towing a car behind us, we kept to the speed limit and found ourselves quite a way from Cape Town when the sun went down.
And of course, because God has a wicked sense of humour and because we had no spare, the Beetle got a puncture in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing for it, we had to just leave at the side of the road and continue back to Cape Town.
I got home at 2 in the morning and later that morning found myself telling the boss why Tom was not going to be at work.