‘the MK1′
Miles and Raiss came up from canberra today to pickup Raiss’s car. While Raiss and his bro went out, I caught up with Miles to go have a look at a old little swift. Little did we know that this little swift would become one of the funniest/scariest/randomest stories of our lives.
The story goes, a week before the guys came down, Miles showed me an ad on ebay for a Mk1 Suzuki Swift for $900. With his foz daily about to run out of rego, he decided he would look at the car and if tidy, swap some cash for the keys. Since he had no transport in Sydney, and most of all we hadn’t hung out in quite a while,I offered to take him down to see the car.
The day started off pretty normal, I met Miles at maccas near my place and we made our way to go have a look at the car. An hour later and we had turned into this dodgy as all hell no through road. Adament to see this car we continue and pull into this driveway. We had found the place although the lot looked nothing like the ad on ebay. Still we continued.
Parked on the left side of the lot besides about 4 other cars was the Mk1. Looking around the car we had noticed that it didn’t look exactly like the car in the ad, About 5 minutes had passed and no one came out to say anything. We had a look at the car what did look very 80′s retro cool. Although we did notice that the car smelt of urine, which was pretty concerning. But that was only the start of concerning matters sorrounding this car yard…
Miles and I did notice a 20 foot shipping crate. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for a car dealership as alot of them store parts and stuff in there, what happened next though was not normal at all! Out of the shipping crate walked out a lady who must’ve been in her mid 30′s. She was barefoot, in a really messed up dress and started washing her feet outside this shipping crate. Miles and I were like WTF>!
By now we were both pretty confused and freaked out as we have NO clue what sort of car yard was. The hooker lady (we were both pretty sure she was a hooker) walked back into the shipping crate and emerged a few minutes later with a plastic bag and a purse. She locked up the shipping crate and walked right past us. The two of us decided to ditch the car and leave this car yard.
We walked out only to see the hooker lady squatting under a tree doing something we did not want to know about! And that is the story of ‘The Mk1′

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