Speeding through the Royal National Park

A couple of days ago, S got himself a very fancy new car, a BMW M6 convertible to be precise. The only reason why I know what it's called is because he drilled it into my head. I would have just called it a 'very cool black car' in any other situation.

Before he settled on this sleek little piece of machinery, he asked for my opinion between the Nissan GTR and Ferrari 911. I suppose he was just trying to be polite, but asking for my opinion on cars is like asking a child if they prefer ice-cream drizzled with chocolate, or foie gras with some orange jelly on small slices of Melba toast. One makes immediate sense and the other takes a bit of connoisseur appreciation and makes a lot of people go 'who the f*** do you think you are?'

So I told him that the car I would be happy to sit in, without fear of being dared to race at the stop lights was the BMW. Also, the other two look really wanky and vaguely like shoeboxes. Then again, what do I know?!

Big boys and their big toys - don't mind the scenery; my neighbourhood leaves a little something to be desired.

Obviously in the interest of 'practice', we had to let it stretch its legs a little. We started out looking quite civilised and classy as we exited the city...

...but of course quickly descended in the depths of bogan-ville out in the country, with muscle tees and Yankee caps galore. Still, I think cruising around at over 100kmh entitles you to dress however the hell you please.

We headed out to the Royal National Park for a spin, stopping for a picnic lunch break. It was a gloriously warm and clear day, and wonderfully scenic. If you ever get a chance (fast car or none), it is definitely worth a visit. There are wonderful lookout points gazing out to a clear blue ocean, a highway ocean drive and tons of leafy shade for a genteel rumble down the roads.

Of course, rumbling gently wasn't quite on the cards for us, so away we flew, zipping around corners and tearing down straight lanes. By the end of this jaunt, S looks pleased as punch and the rest of us had hair that you could see from Melbourne, and little twigs that had joined us for the ride somewhere between 130 and 180kmh.

Next post? How to wear headscarves and maintain Grace Kelly poise.

Happy weekend everyone! x