Twenty-three year old Tony was “commissioned” to take his father’s old car and drive his younger brother, Ned, and Ned’s three friends to a sports venue. Ned and his mates were fourteen.
Suddenly they were passed by a really fast bright red sports car.
“My uncle has a car like that,” said Herbie. “It’s a Chevrolet Camaro V8 Sports Car 1987, so it’s almost a classic. It’s blue, and boy it goes at one heck of a speed. It’s worth a packet too. My uncle’s really rich. He’s got other cars too.”
“My father’s friend has a really modern car,” said Jock. “He uses his cell phone to lock it and start it, and when it rains the window wipers go on automatically. Even the seats are heated. It’s got three levels of heat. It cost a hell of a lot. It’s amazing. He’s going to take me for a ride in it one day, he says.”
“My father’s got a Subaru Impreza STI race track car,” said Bernie. “It was built by Cody Crocker, an ex WRC engineer, using a standard engine and gearbox with Motec ECU and diff controller, Possum Bourne rally cage, Sparco seats, belts and steering wheel, MCA suspension, stripped out interior and other added safety equipment. It’s painted black, worth about 175 thousand they reckon.”
“I own a pushbike myself,” said Tony. “What do you guys own?”