CAR CAPERS

Evening Star, Issue 23113, 12 November 1938, Page 16

CAR CAPERS

THE FORTUNATE FARMER i ■ AND THE GAY-HEARTED GOLFER The “Believe It Or Not” register compiled by a leading city garage had two interesting additions during the week, and both on the same day. Early one morning the proprietors received word that a large sedan car had become involved in a bad smash on Saddle Hill. Bad was right, and the car is still - in the workshop, while the engineers ponder over it, wondering where to begin the work of restoration. The car was being used by a- small farmer to remove some of his goods and chattels from one farm to another. It was very well laden with all manner of goods, including meat, - vegetables, eggs, etc. In addition, it carried unorthodox passengers in the shape of live ducks in bags, and just as live dogs in - a case on the rear carrier. By the time the breakdown car arrived the driver had philosophically decided that the end of the world had not yet come, and, moreover, that the age of miracles had not yet passed. Athough the car was little more than a collection of nuts, bolts, and spare parts, neither the driver nor his motley assortment of freight was in any way the worse for wear. True, there were bags of ducks and a dog-filled case scattered about the countryside, and the live stock was a little disposed to record surprise at such treatment as had momentarily been its lot: true, there was some incredible intimacy being shown by the vegetables, meat, and eggs, but even the most narrow-minded of persons would agree that some such state of affairs was only to be expected. Not one egg was chipped, nor is there any evidence' to support the story that one of the ducks laid an egg in fright! The breakdown van had no sooner returned to the garage than it was despatched to the Kilmog, where another, driver was in trouble. This man, heading for Dunedin, where (presumably) he was to participate in the golf championships. found his car was riot of much immediate service after it had turned over two or throe times. After their previous experience the men on , the breakdown van were pre-

pared for almost anything, but even they were surprised at what. greeted. them. One of to-day’s most time-honoured cliches is “ You can’t keep a good man down,” but when that man is a golfer the cliche assumes even greater significance. for nothing, (unless .it be a very bad bunker, slice, :or what you will) will’keep'a golfer 'dbwh,. Perhaps the breakdown men did not realise this, for they could only stare in amazement when they saw the victim of the smash calmly teeing up his ball in the middle, of the road and putting in a few practice hits preparatory to facing the competition offering at Balinacewen. He seemed almost annoyed that the breakdown van had arrived so soon- "