on the road

My car is filthy. On Saturday morning it was dirty, the usual bird crap scenario. Everytime I see bird crap on my car I hear the office cleaner's voice in my head lecturing me about how 'you'll wreck your duco if you don't clean your car.' I have no idea what duco really is, I just know how to spell it. I don't which is worse.

But anyway, now my car is filthy. As in bird crap with the added extra of red dust all over.

My car is filthy because I went to Mudgee on an urgent mission. Convince someone to let me tell a story. It's a story that's completely captivated me, along with everyone else I've mentioned it to. It just hasn't left me alone and I want to tell the story.

After a possible hiccup earlier this week which prompted this urgent weekend trip, it's mission accomplished. I can research this story further and tell it.

My car is filthy and I am ecstatic. It was worth it.