The Kiwi Car Auction

by chris cunningham

Happy Independance Day! Hold on, they don’t do that here. Oh, well next best thing. A car auction! Friend George [LINK] needs a new car because basically his sucks. So we head off to an auction in my cool ass rental car with cd player and overhead light that no one else can seem to figure out. Dumbasses, all of ya. After nearly getting slaughtered by a giant truck and me trying to reconfigure the road by slamming the passenger side into the curb, we arrive. Between the large echoey hall, the guy talking a 100 miles an hour, and the kiwi accent, we couldn’t make out a single word the guy said. It was comical. Auctions are hard enough in your own country. One car that sold for $25 caught my ear. And that’s kiwi money. A car just sold for $12.50!? What?! They didn’t even push it in. Half the cars did have white smoke coming out of them. I’m not a car expert but that’s usually not a good thing. A funny first outing in Wellington.