I was on my way to the Traffic Department building in downtown Perth from my backpacker, a relatively short walk, probably just a kilometer or so. I was rambling along, looking into the shops, stopped for a falafel for lunch. Stopped in a park and sat on the grass in the sun just cause it looked so nice.

And all of these little delays, these little distractions that pulled me aside, were so perfect such that on my last leg of the little journey, as i approached the complex into which i had to enter to kick off my official re-pedestrianization, I saw her coming. Unmistakable in the distance, with her silver reflection, bold roo bar, sleek styling, and the rarely seen sliding moon roof...there she was, The Starwagon, with new owner at the wheel, careening down the road in the slip slide fashion only felt behind the wheel of a panel van.

I tried to get his attention, but to no avail, he was totally focused on the road ahead. So i relaxed my right arm from the jubilant wave and settled into a stoic stance of attention, gleaming with pride and admiration as the 'ol Starwagon, once dubbed "The Beast", danced by and said good bye to me one final time.