Australian Foreign Affairs

The last time my attorney and I traveled together, many folks came to the conclusion that we should have been killed or at the very least, arrested – on general principle. The back lash was like a shot to the kidney delivered by the most powerful of heavy weights. Neither of us expected a good time to be so damned expensive, but it seems as though we are both still making payments on a mortgage neither of us signed up for.

Of course, all of this debt is created by the embellishments of my own words. Something closer to the truth always emerges afterwards, but down around the roots of the affair the fog is still pretty thick.

“Is Ryan bat shit crazy? Has he lost his mind in recent years? Or are his writings romanceful fabrications like he claims? I’ve heard stories and typically, where there is smoke there is often fire… Or in many cases, raging infernos.

Is Blake even an attorney? Who the hell is Blake, anyway?”

These questions and observations have suddenly become especially pertinent to Australians and even more so to The River City Coupe & Roadster Club. It’s the latter that invited me (and by default, my traveling attorney) to the land down under for what is shaping up to be a rather significant reliability run in and around the greater Melbourne area. As of press time, I have yet to figure out any kind of an itinerary so I’ve come up with my own.

Essentially, I’m traveling to Australia under the guise of a National Geographic corespondent. I plan to study the lives and habits of the local Aborigines while exploring the machines they create and figuring how they stack up against those found elsewhere. For the next two weeks, you fellas – my readers – will need adjust your expectations a bit. I can’t promise regular posts while my feet are on another continent. I also can’t promise to remain wholly topical.  Things might stray a bit here and there… And posts might not be as daily as you’ve grown to expect. But, I do promise to write home as much and as often as I can.

At any rate, that’s the score from here. You know what to expect. Which is more than my pals in Australia can say. So, sit back and relax for the next couple of weeks and enjoy the follies that I will undoubtedly find myself surrounded with.

For good or ill,

RHC