That’s it, I’m done. It’s time to sell my car. I’ve had just about enough of the road, and I think it’s time to invest in the future. I’m going to buy a train. I’ll build my own tracks or use the ones that already exist, and I’ll just pay the fines. It’d be a much better way to get around. I mean, wouldn’t it be cool to have a whole train to yourself? I’ll get one of those old wild west style trains, and that’s how I’ll get from A to B.
First thing tomorrow, I’m going in for a log book service to get my car in perfect selling condition. Finally, my dreams are coming true. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been in love with trains. I like my car, but it’s just not right for me. I want to lean out the window and watch the tracks up ahead, pull the whistle and call “All aboard”, even though I won’t take any passengers on my train. I’ll shovel coal all day to keep it going, and I’ll enjoy every second of it.
The government won’t like it, since I’ll be using their tracks sometimes, but what are they going to do to stop me? How could they possibly halt a runaway train? I can’t see how, so I should get away with it. Even if I don’t, it will have been worth it, just to live the dream for a day or so. As soon as I have the car serviced and get a roadworthy certificate in Frankston, it’ll be onto the tracks for me. You’d think that would give me less freedom, but you don’t understand how liberating it will be. Finally, I’ll be doing what I always wanted. I’ll be able to get from Melbourne to any other city with such ease. I won’t have to worry about traffic anymore, or road rage. I know you think I’m crazy, but I will be truly free.