It's not one of your Townie things that you can't fit a box of beer in, it's a Country one that you almost live in.
The gate is also under constant attack from kamikaze drivers.
This afternoon one lead footed gentleman attacked my truck as I was arriving home from heroically clearing the Queens Highway from rocks and debris.
He almost beat me to my couch
I must admit that this time I was torn between administering first aid and punching his lights out.
I rang the emergency services through gritted teeth, - needless to say they knew where to go.
Now my beautiful chainsaw locker is all bent up.
I think I might start carrying a baseball bat...