Today is only half over but I've already had a somewhat eventful Anzac Day. It all started with a coast trip. Being a public holiday Kyle and Yeatsie could come and Benji managed to dodge work as well. I woke up at about 6 to blood on my sheets, my finger that I sliced open at work must of hit something in the night and caused it to spew blood everywhere. I put those in the sink and washed them and totally forget about that time so I ended up racing to Benji's at about 6.45am.

As I didn't have credit I just sorta had to use the Chazza's power to wake/alert him that I was there, 6.55 rolled around and I was nearly ready to piss off home but the garage door opened so Benji joined the journey. Next stop was Yeatsie and he bailed due to a night out beforehand. I doublebacked and got Kyle then we were on our way.

We had a semi-traditional Maccas stop where Benji bought the new Ralph and then we continued down to the beach. The waves were small, definitely alot smaller then we were used to, but there was some (ie. not many) good ones to catch. Random babbling in the surf ensued before we decided to leave at about 9ish.

Here's where I went wrong, I put the doomed Fingal CD mix into the car and headed off towards Brisbane. The first sign of danger was the Gold Coast Highway closed off leaving me to do a detour to get to Smith Street. Surprisingly I think it was a tad bit shorter so I might look into this route more often. We were having a great time singing tunes and cruising up the M1 when the beast broke up with me. It just cut out, and being in the right hand lane, it was a disaster. I couldn't get it across so I just had to ditch it into the right hand shoulder.

Cursing and pissed off I popped the bonnet and checked out her insides utilising all my mechanical knowledge. The oil, water, power steering, radiator fluids were all full and there was plenty of fuel in her. I checked underneath and she was bleeding oil pretty badly though. Nevertheless I tried to restart her but to no avail, she was dead!

This led to the RACQ coming and calling a towie to tow us to the nearest service centre, which for us was 1 minute for Dreamworld's BP Service Station. We organised Danman to pick us up so to fill in all this time we started organise Benji's Ralph cards in order of hotness. There's a few moles in the deck, but other then that it's not that bad! The RACQ guy came and told us the chazza has lost compression in the engine which is a kick to the balls. After he left we tucked into some Nandos and then trudged back to the car to listen to some tunes and continue organising the deck.

After heading to Surfer's Paradise and then realising we weren't that far down the coast, Danman arrived and we piled in and headed home. The chazza is still at the Coomera service centre and probably will be till tomorrow or the next day until we figure out what to do with it.

On getting home I was in shitty spirits, stupid car breaking down sucks ass but my parents seem pretty keen on getting a new one ASAP so Dad and I went along the Magic Mile looking for new cars. I found a 2002 Lancer CE GLi that we are going to take for a test drive tomorrow. It's red and somewhat cool, but I'll be able to say more after I drive it I guess.

I guess that marks the era of the chazza, Rest in Peace beast

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