Living here on Northbourne Avenue we’re continually amazed and entertained by cars trying to come *in* the *out* drive of our secondary car park. Sometimes those guys also fail to follow the road around, and then fail to stop when their wheels leave the road.
Today we had an extra special exponent of the art.
There followed a spectacular half hour where we were diverted from the cricket by their efforts to tow out of trouble as the smell of a burning clutch wafted over the Inner North.
Note the clouds of dirt being raised by the spinning wheels.
Eventually our heroes triumphed and managed to not hurtle onto Northbourne while still coupled.
Anyone want to do the numbers on the cost of a tow truck versus the cost of a clutch replacement?
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