Requiem for an Orange Car

The Mazda 2 is getting a little old and I have to wear a paper bag on my head when driving it because it is dayglo-orange - although, it must be said that Kim thinks it's 'cinnamon' without explaining exactly how a spice became a colour. Time for it to go, then.

Options include; flogging it in WA, shipping it back to Sydney and flogging it there, or driving it off a cliff. Contrary to popular belief, Australia is not actually a country. In order to sell it in WA, we would have to jump through the sort of inter-state hoops the Byzantine Empire would be proud of so we decided to stick it on the India-Pacific train back to Sydney - the bonus being that you can put whatever stuff you like in it.

Just because we were selling the car in NSW, doesn't mean that we can't advertise it before we leave WA, thus these piccies which ended up on one of those sell-your-car sites...


This is the sort of thing you need to see if you are buying a car: The Boot.
The Steering Wheel.
The Bit In The Middle.
Orange enough to burn your eyes out.
The Pointy End.
The Side.
The Blunt End.
The Back Seat.

Now, don't bother getting in touch about buying this car - it's already sold.