So, here I am sitting in the deserted café of the Antarctic Centre at Christchurch Airport, waiting to pick up Marty R for the start of his birthday trip.
We’ve hired a sporty silver Mercedes so we can drive him back to his gaff in Dunedin and then hoon around Otago pretending to be rock stars. I have my sunglasses at the ready and, fingers crossed, the rain will hold off long enough to have some photos taken with the top down.
So far, I haven’t had a chance to exercise the key properties of the SLK Kompressor as all the driving so far has been in gentle Christchurch traffic but we’ll soon be on the road.
I’ll be tweeting throughout the trip, and posting longer thoughts here.