I need H-E-L-P

From: The Book of Mario

Who could forget my classic Audi 100? This was a car to remember, for all the wrong reasons. It housed spiders. It had excessive body rust. Its brakes couldn't stop the car from 60km/h onwards. Its steering alignment was warped. It's exhaust sounded more like a broken rattle. It was my first car.

One night the Aloy's group decided to rendezvous at Turramurra station. An emergency meeting was being held; the subject, which park were we going to rip up. After discussing the pros and cons of each of the suspect schools in the area, we came to an agreement that Turramurra High would be a good bet.

As we disbanded into separate cars, I was mystified as to why my car would not start. We drew on all the technical expertise our group could muster. At the time this was very limited. The bonnet was lifted up, everyone having a peek. I'm certain nobody knew what to look for, or what to say, but machoistic behaviour was definitely playing a role here. We all tried to bull shit each other; after all we were young guys and we know cars.

Luckily, an NRMA patrol car drove by. We waved it aside. The technician took one look in the engine bay.

"What's wrong with it?"
"It won't start."
"Go inside and try starting it for me."
"Ok."

I put the key in and turned it. The engine didn't even shudder, or try to. It was dead cold. I thought to myself that this would be a costly repair job.

I handed the keys to the technician as he stepped inside the car for closer examination.

Two seconds later…

"You can't start the car in Drive."

Needless to say, I was quite embarrassed.

 
A New Beginning...

After another pointless night out Kevin, Justin and I found ourselves in familiar 3-in-the-morning-ish territory, Strathfield 7-Eleven. Upon rediscovering the wonders of Powerade (red is the best, by the way) from the convenient store fridge our conversation dived into the depths of nostalgia.

It was amazing how much we remembered from our high school days. Even more amazing was the feeling it brought out amongst us, it was evident those days will forever be cherished. Justin's suggestion of logging those days has led me to create this blog, The Aloy's Chronicles - The Old Testament.

In this blog I would like to focus on those days, so that we will never forget. This will be a collective blog, and I will need input from every member of our group, for we all remember different things from our past.

Remember the time...