‘Ya gotta love European luxury,’ said Macka. One hand on the steering wheel. The other resting on the gear stick. Headlights slashed through the misty-grey fog, producing a tunnel-like vision of the shiny motorway ahead. ‘I feel like King-of-the-road in this car.’

‘I’m hearin’ ya,’ said Robbie. Wearing the standard blue-collar grunge, this car whispered white-collar-royalty. He truly embraced the moment with nose in the air, waving like the Queen of England. His body perfectly cocooned in the passenger seat and admired the sumptuous leather detailing. ‘This is the best chair on the planet. Seriously, this chair belongs in my lounge-room. It’s even got that new car smell.’ That gave him the stale aftertaste at the back of his throat. Adjusting the vents, the air brushed against his ruddy cheeks like a warm summer’s breeze. A welcoming break from the external wintery night watching the traffic pass them by. ‘You can’t hear the outside world, and this thing’s got no rattles. No engine noise.’

‘I know right. It’s like we’re in a travel-bubble,’ said Macka, nodding slowly while manoeuvring the prestigious vehicle into the misty back streets of suburbia.

‘So whose car is it?’ Robbie poked at the many buttons, dials and gadgets on the centre console.

‘It’s no ones,’ replied Macka.

‘What’d’ya mean, no one’s?’

Mack tenderly stroked the side of the door.‘No one was there when I found her. An’ she just sung to me…’

‘You on somethin’, Macka?’ Who seemed to be feeling-up the car like it was a pet dog.

‘No.’ Mack frowned, then slowly caressed the steering wheel. ‘She had this song playing on her stereo, Jump-in-my-car…’

‘Don’t you dare sing to me?’ Thankfully halting Macka mid-gasp.

Thankfully halting Macka mid-gasp.

Robbie shook his head, leaned forward and opened the glove box in front. ‘There’s no papers? You’d expect there’d be some manual? Even rentals have advertisin’ crap in their cars. Everyone has some rubbish in their cars. Like receipts, chip packets, chewing gum wrappers…’ He twisted around to the back seat that was completely empty. No dirt on the carpet. No prints on the windows. This car was brand spanking new. ‘Seriously Macka, where’d ya get it?’

‘In the park and there she was all alone. Door open. Engine running. Stereo singing to me. I reckon I’ll keep her.’

‘Seriously?’ Robbie’s  eyebrows raised at his mad mate.

‘Reckon I’ll drive her round for a bit.’

‘Cops’ll be lookin’ for it.’

‘Err – Why?’

‘Think about it.’ Robbie pushed one palm to the ceiling, the other hand gripped the door and braced himself.

‘Shit! We’re in a STOLEN CAR!’ Macka slammed both work-boots onto the break and the car screeched to a halt in the middle of the street.

Flinging both front doors open, the two men jumped out and bolted into the night leaving the car all alone. Doors open. Engine running. Lights on. Stereo singing…