marty r

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.