Today it's karting at the Big Kart Track, apparently the biggest track in Australia. We get there after a rainy trip in. We are umming and ahhing about taking the plunge when it starts raining again, and those on the track spend more time facing the wrong way than the right. They shorten the track, and we decide to go and get lunch before we head out on track. Wayne knows a really nice place they've been too before, but for one minor detail.... What village it's in. It begins with 'm', apparently..... Trouble is, every village in the Glass House Mountains begins with an 'M'...... We tour about a bit, more heavy rain, until we actually find the mystical team room, actually located in Montville.
And that's where the fun really started...... Wayne untypically makes a bit if a mess of parking our little lorry. We end up a matter of a few inches from the back of a Mercedes 4wd, facing downhill and she can't work out the odd handbrake arrangement or the auto box, which seems to have no concept of what a hill is. We are properly stuck, well and truly. Wayne can't back the car up for fear of rolling into the merc in front of us. She has her foot planted on the foot brake and daren't move..... and we have attracted the attention of the tearoom across the road who seem highly amused at our predicament. WTer is pouring out of the car and it's getting very hot as the engine is still on. We decide to try and wedge a rock in front of the front wheel to stop it getting further down the hill and guess at? It worked? Wayne manages to back the car out of danger and somewhere near to where it should have been in the first place....
Lunch in the Poet's Room and we head back to a kart track bathed in brilliant sunshine, and Fairy and I head out on to an empty track. She immediately starts disappearing into the distance despite my foot being flat to the floor for each and every lap. I slow down, she catches up to lap me and I try to defend. She breezes past with a wave. This is not good. I'm a lot fatter than I thought I was. A couple more humiliating laps of her becoming a spot in the distance and I'm called in. They give me another kart. This is much better..... I'm not so fat after all and we are both flying, we trade places a few times and have top fun despite some much slower people getting in the way of our frantic pace. Our half hour is soon up and we hobble back up to Wayne and Becca with big grins on our faces. I make the classic 'L' on my forehead in the Top Gear style, in deference to the round thrashing that's just been dished out to me. That's it, I'm gong on a diet. Thanks Fairy for a brilliant birthday pressie, thoroughly enjoyed it!
Our evening plans to go to the movies are ruined when we arrive to find the cinema....shut. Hardly surprising, it's a tin shack with a single screen and an estimated 30 seats. Hey, ho, instead we nip back to the video shop and buy $20's worth of ex-renters to keep us going. True to form, Wayne's fidgeting after 20 minutes of the first one. ....
And that's day 2 over and done with. Beach tomorrow - if the weather holds!
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