We packed quietly. Both Kim and I were still worried about the car, the bike rack, the bike rack and the journey home.
One of our neighbours who had a caravan came over to say
good-bye. They pointed out that our bike rack seemed low to them. Without much prompting, they imparted their bike rack story. I wished I didn’t hear it but we
didn’t stop them. Their cantilevered bike rack at the back of
their caravan developed a crack in it due to the roads' corrugations. They
managed to fit one of their bikes inside the caravan. They had gave away their second bike at a rest stop, and disposed of their broken bike rack. With out setup, we didn't have any space to place any of our bikes.
We drove our car carefully. I was very stressed. At every
bump, I closed my eyes and ears. At Hawker, there was a
spoon drain that I reminded Kim about. He slowed down to a snail's pace but we heard the awful scrape.
We stopped by Knit, Spin and Weave in Clare. I bought scarves from Tracy. I love her work and think she is very
talented with her hands. We also detoured to Shut the Gate and bought some
wine.
I think my worst fear came when there was a sign on the side
of the road, warning of drivers of the undulating roads. At the first undulation,
the car made a hideous sound. We stopped immediately. We could not
possibly continue on. We pulled over and turned the hazard lights on. We donned our
hi-viz jackets and inspected the car. Both Kim and I thought of the same thing.
We needed a new car. This little car couldn’t assist us in achieving the type of
activities we wanted to do. It had served us well until now. Kim’s bike was the
last bike on the rack. The clearance between the bike wheel and road was very
narrow. It was about the width of my foot.
By the time we reached Kim’s mum’s it was quite dark
already. We had dinner with Kim's mum and brother. We then visited my parents. Uncle William and
Aunty Angela were there for a holiday from Hong Kong. We presented Aunty Angela
and Mi with the scarves we bought earlier and shared a wine we bought earlier
at Shut the Gate.
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