The car went back to Sydney on the Indian-Pacific train and here is the drop-off point. At the other end, I picked it up, gave it a bit of a clean (all the red dust, you know), and we flogged it the same day. Sweet.
Rail staff bearing a form that says 'whatever happens, it's not our fault'..The car contemplates the journey to come. Will I be next to a big fat Balmain Tractor? Will I get a window seat? Is the booze free?There's the train - all 500 carriages of it.
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