It’s time to sell the Cruiser. I’ve never felt affectionate towards a car before; frankly, cars have always stressed me out and I was glad to abandon mine in California. But the Cruiser is more than a car, she’s our exploration vehicle. Check out my last post to see how far and wide we have gone in Tasmania and you’ll understand why the car will be hard to let go.
One Sunday back in December Carlos and I rode our bikes about 50 kilometres to go check out this car. In our sweaty spandex we circled the wagon and decided she was pretty enough to take for a test drive. The owner, Rod, drove over from Sorrel and let us take the car for a spin. We didn’t have shoes so Carlos drove barefoot. She was old but smooth and we pulled the trigger on the spot. That memory will stick with me because not only did it mark the beginning of touring in Tasmania but it was one of many times where Carlos and I turned something mundane or even stressful into a fun outing.
Yesterday we turned a Wednesday afternoon into another play day with the Cruiser. Now that it’s on the market, we know our days are limited and need to take advantage. We drove south to Huonville along the glowing Huon valley, stopped for tea and a jam Berliner in the hippie town of Cygnet, went fishing off the dock in Margate and ate at a divey Vietnamese “restaurant” for dinner in Snug. It is unquestionably beautiful here but it almost doesn’t matter. It doesn’t have to be an epic adventure to make the most of a moment; Tassie taught us how to slow things down on a Wednesday afternoon.