I guess after the long odyssey Oubaas and I’ve been thru – even though not nearly as long as the 3-years living in the shit with Turdy – I guess we’re almost ready to get the good old van roadworthy and registered. What, you didn’t know I’m driving that thing as my daily rider, without any valid paperwork and long run-out licence? Oh well, sad but true. But hey, this is Suff Effrica where nobody cares about such petty shit. As long as I don’t get involved in a serious crash-o-rama, not even the police seems to care.
And, to be completely honest, we’ll have to cheat a little with the roadworthy test as well. It’s all possible in this land of freedum n shit. But much more important is that there are only some small stuffz to sort out; nothing big, nothing that keeps Oubaas grounded. Only need to find a nice driver’s seat, captain’s chair style, new mirrors and finally something for better cold start in the mornings. Oh, and Oubaas is in serious need of a new tank filler cap.
And then, when we have all the official paperwork and stamps and stickers and are, like, totally legal, we can bring him to the panelbeater for a thorough de-rusting and a nice paintjob. Thinking about white on top and a nice ocean blue around the waist and lower half. Sumfink beachy and fresh, ice-cream van style.
… because that red has to go! No?