Even with taking my time getting that and moseying up the motorway, i got to the swap meet EARLY. There are said to be seven signs of the apocalypse, such as the four horsemen, i think LDR turning up to an event early would have to be the eighth.
So i spread out my meagre wares on the ground in front of me like a street beggar in an Indian slum, and waited for the hordes to descend while playing with the dog belonging to the seller next to me.
I ended up selling enough stuff to cover the entry fee and the Pushies Galore t shirt i bought, but then i blew that winning streak when the local P&C started selling biscuits and rocky road for half price.
When the crowds eventually started to dwindle,
Straight into gridlock.
Damned if i know how anyone drives in Brisbane on a regular basis, as half an hour of it was enough to push me to the edge of insanity, but in due course i made it to my mate's place to drop off a rebuilt MTB for his flatmate, and give his hybrid a once over (the beer economy proving it's worth once more- Budweiser this time by the way).
Naturally after all that i was pretty jiggered, and even with a decent evening nap the servo shift was "challenging".
Off to bed, more to come tomorrow.