So it's a long title. I don't care. As much as I love cars, and the whole 'not having to walk because I can drive' thing, they can be a real pain in the butt.

Take Josh for instance. He drove his car into the back of a 4WD recently, and it was off the road for a few weeks. Then the day he gets it back, him and his wife park in North Sydney for 20 mins to grab some food. BANG. Window smashed, a whole lot of computer things stolen out of the car. (He came over to my place and I taped his window up... and wrote a little message on it with tape). The stupid thing is, there was a $5 note sitting in the back, and the left it. Obviously not pros...

And then there is Louisa's car. She drives fast and changes lanes a lot... I think her middle name is secretly schumacher. She was driving home from work, driving her car like it was stolen (as usual) and drove it straight into the back of a ute that slammed on his brakes. The car was gone for over a week, which was difficult... But the repairs weren't done properly, and now it has to go back and be re-repaired. Such a hassle.

Then there is my families cars. Over a two day period, every single one of our cars wouldn't start. All our neighbours heard was the relaxing sound of engine ignition. Sure, they started a few days later... but then yesterday, mine stopped again.

In the middle of the road.

In the middle of an intersection.

In the middle of Hornsby.

Blocking traffic from two directions...

Needless to say, I was not happy. I had to roll my car backwards, down the wrong side of the main road, and into a lane. I called Dad... he came to help. Between us, we (he) pushed the car backwards along the lane, and then I rolled it down one of the steepest hills in Hornsby, without powersteering, and without power assisted brakes (scary), straight across another busy street, and then into the mechanics workshop.

A whole heap of money later I will get my car back.

Yeap. Cars are mothers ways of getting back at you for not washing behind your ears as a child.