DUMPED ’N’ BURNT
We owe a debt of gratitude to the muck-encrusted vermin who steal cars, and then by dint of cunning and black of night, set fire to them as a means of attaining empowerment. Tribal shenanigans are such fun. And nothing complements a pleasant vista like a charred wreck.
I found what I think is this Nissan crew-cab ute on the Putty Road between Singleton and Syderney. The Putty Road used to be infamous for truck fatalities, just about once a week when I was a transport journo. Now it’s infamous for motorcycle fatalities, so only the names and the speeds reached at apogee have changed.
The ute was delivered to the top of a hill overlooking the Putty and subjected to a thorough ratting. The only part I recognised was the Dell computer in the back seat. Also present was an ominous looking package, wrapped in animal skin, tied with rope and placed on the chassis for us to ponder. After ratting, the vehicle was subjected to heat of such intensity that it created the perfect billboard for graffitists, as someone smarter than me has already pointed out, those among us who possess a limited vocabulary but find it sufficient to express their range of ideas.
I took pictures but refused to prod the ominous package down the back.