Roving

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The car was running on the nature strip when Mum yelled out that Gabe was here, she was also leaving, her sister was parked in the driveway. I heard the v8 rumbling as I stepped out of the house, and I knew what had happened, Gabe had bought that car. After a conversation the night before with Lachy about how good it would be to one day own a Land Rover, Gabe had woken up, skipped the “one day” clause and found one.

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I walked out and there were smiles all around, I was smiling, Gabe was smiling, my Mum was smiling because we were, and my Aunty didn’t know what was going on but was still smiling. With the juxtaposition similar to that of a kitten and a Great Dane, a white Corolla and an olive green Land Rover were sat next to each other, one sat calmly, the other rumbled obnoxiously, I’ll leave it to you to guess who was doing what. So there were two retired ladies, one with two new hips, taking a corolla to get a coffee and next to them, two 21 year olds, both over six feet tall, taking a land rover to the nearest mountain.

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Before Gabe could do anything I immediately went to the driver’s side and got in. It’s not uncommon for me to drive his cars, in fact I’d say we split the driving 50/50 in the similarly v8 Mercedes that he had before this car. The difference this time was that he had only driven from the dealer to my house. By the end of the day I’d driven his car further than he had.

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I turned the car off and got my bearings, the cabin in this car was unlike anything I’d driven before. The gearstick was a good reach away and the ground below me seemed distant compared to the Mazda 323 that I normally drive. I put the car into first, and danced between the throttle and the clutch.

Stalled it, Gabe smirked.

Second attempt, wary of a long clutch I tried again, more revs, but not enough.

Stalled it, Gabe couldn’t help but laugh.

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Third time was the charm and we were on our way. We turned on the stereo, took in the moment, and were off. Smashing through Braddon, the City, around Parliament House and finally out on the highway. Really, I wasn’t being a hoon, this car can only smash, it’s just the way it is.

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And yeah, I’m already excited for next time…!

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