My car has been stuck in the OGGB carpark for over a month with a bust starter motor. I finally got it towed out last Monday and paid $666 to have it fixed. On tuesday night, I was out with my sister and as I left, she pointed out that during my car’s abandonment, the left headlight bulb died of neglect. It was on my todo list for this weekend, but I’d forgotten about it when I planned to go out to dinner tonight in New Lynn. With the streetlights as bright as they are around the city, I couldn’t even tell the difference.

"We should probably get some petrol," I said as we passed the petrol station, eyeing the fuel gauge reading just over one quarter full. I meant diesel, of course, but old habits die hard. I tend to get antsy when the gauge reads below one quarter, and we often fill up when it gets just below half. "I want to fill up just before we leave," Gopal replied, "so we can better track our mileage".

My last post ended with our disabled car parked outside our apartment complex, unable to start and with us having no idea what was wrong with it. This one ends on a much better note, since although there is still one issue to fix, we yesterday did a 700km round trip without any significant issues.