Well I guess it was a lesson not to drive the boss's commodore. I don't have the tow bar on Genevieve at the moment and I had to go pick up the ride on mower. So I put the trailer on her majestys' commodore and off we go. Driving along I realise why I don't like these cars. I get a mental image of lots of traffic in town from the folk festival and think about going the back way but don't listen to the little voices. I spotted a nice looking lowlight up a side street on the way and made a mental note to check it out on the way home. Turning into the mower shop, traffic's bumper to bumper but stopped at the lights. The nice family truckster makes room for me to cross and calls me through. A quick check and there's nothing coming so off we go. A screech of brakes and crunching metal and the boss's commodore is written off by a guy speeding up the inside left. Luckily no-one was hurt, but the mower man said it was lucky as they fly up the inside all the time, apparently a weekly occurence. Half a metre more and we wouldn't have been so lucky. No mower, no commodore, and I even got out of a days work. Still didn't get back to look at that lowlight though, I'll have to try that tomorrow. At least the young fella's got something to tell when he gets back to scool. I guess now I'll have to go back to the push mower.