BY NAT HAWK
Dear Car Pulled Up Next To Me,
There’s something about me that you need to know.
When it comes to men, I don’t have a type. I’ve dated them all. Light-haired or dark-haired, tanned or pale, Australian or foreign, built or slim – it doesn’t matter. I dated the Greek bartender just as happily as I went to dinner with the lawyer from Melbourne. To me, personality is what matters, and you can’t tell someone’s personality from the colour of their hair or the build of their shoulders.
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But when it comes to cars, I have a type. And you are my type.
You see, I like Utes. But not the ones that are really low down to the ground, and definitely not the ones that are all-work-no-play, with their aluminium trays and giant “Jim’s Mowing Services” stickers plastered across the body of the car.
I like big, rugged, powerful Utes, like you. The kind of car that is a hybrid between Ute and four-wheel-drive.
You’re practical, and still a little bit luxurious. You’re happy at work, and you’re just as happy driving up the mountain through thick snow, or cruising over the sand dunes on the back roads to the beaches.