![]() ![]() I noted a sign that urged respect for neighbours by not playing loud music or revving the engine or doing burnouts… seriously. I really felt for the residents of Leichhardt that morning.Īfter what seemed like 30 minutes the rest of the crew arrived and I got to walk around the garage plus say “hai” to Sergio and his team. People and their shiny, low and fast tonne and a bit chunks of metal, carbon fibre and polycarbonate turn up. ![]() I turn into a dark driveway and notice the headlights shining on a far wall at the end of the drive “Zen Garage” it says and instantly I feel relieved, I found the place! Listening intently to my GPS guide and before long I have turned up to a nondescript street in what I think is Leichhardt though I wouldn’t know because this place is alien to me and I don’t know what the fastest way to the cop shop is. Strong mocha in belly and I am on the M4 motorway hurtling towards the darkness beyond my windshield, music playing at a medium level with the windows up to stave off the chilly early morning air, it’s 4:55am and I can’t remember the last time I was awake around this time… on a Saturday. That stops when a private event comes around with the boys and girls from Zen Garage, I kind of skip laziness and go straight to stress… about whether my car is going to be enough to hang with these dudes and their highly modified and very defectable rides. Currently I may have the same issue however I am not waking up early because of laziness. Waking up early is something I envision doing when I am well into my fifties and intent on going for a walk to stave off the belly fat. ![]()
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