Chris Keane, Andrew Smith, David Cox, Russell Hill, Randi Svensen, Paul Keir,
The dirt-road dust cloud (C8) observed by Joy Cooksey is a notable marker in the transition from Sydney boy to farmer for Chris Keane of Seattle (USA). “I remember when I first moved to the country I was speeding down a dirt road and was flagged down by a local. ‘How are the roads today?’ he asked. ‘Pretty rough,’ I replied. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘See that huge dust cloud behind you? Well, that’s all the smoothness of the road blowing away.’ I realised I had reached peak farmer-man a few years later when I was riding my horse down the same road and flagged down a speeder to ask him how the roads were today.”
It’s the question that many who read yesterday’s Column 8 must have wanted to ask. “Please, Georgina Blyth, let us know the circumstances of how a cow walked over your car bonnet (C8),” beseeches Andrew Smith of Birmingham Gardens. Please, please, please! Granny has found herself increasingly distracted for the past day concocting possible scenarios for how this came to pass, and for some peace of mind would love to know the whole story.
David Cox of Annandale submits a contender for the best/worst pun of the pandemic. “The front fence of a terraced house in the inner west is laden with garden gnomes. Attached is a sign that says ‘Stay gnome’.”
Russell Hill of Hobart has a question. “What name is used for the phenomenon when you buy a car that is at least 15-years-old, and then notice other cars of the same make and model almost every day afterwards? Also, to have this happen in a place the size of Hobart?”
“The ultimate in safety for a teenage driver has to be a bright yellow (C8) Volvo 240,” writes Randi Svensen of Wyong. “If the colour doesn’t prevent an accident, your young inexperienced driver is likely to walk away from almost any accident. And yes, I speak from personal experience.” Paul Keir of Concord concurs with a ‘Safety Yellow’ Volvo. “It was indeed a safe car, not a single bingle in five years.”