Happy father's day
Here’s to the world's best chauffeur, engineer, driver trainer and so much moreThis is all about a very special person. You know him — he’s the Racing Car Driver who broke all records to get Mum to hospital so you could be safely removed from her.
He’s the Beast of Burden who hauled around not only you but so much stuff: nappies, bottles, spare clothes, blankie and a big bag of important trinkets you might need when you were too little to remain alive without assistance.
He’s the Sleepless Wanderer who aimlessly lugged you around the house rubbing your back and quietly pleading for just one nights’ sleep.
He’s the Vigilante Sanitation and Personal Hygiene Henchman in charge of detecting, locating, removing and cleaning up of any or all toxic presents you organised in your nappy.
He’s the Overly Enthusiastic Photographer who captured too many of your magic moments.
He’s the Civil Engineer who covered two chairs with a blanket, brilliantly making you a cubbyhouse in the lounge room.
He’s the Pilot who delicately guided the spoonful of baby food into your mouth when you were going off in your high chair.
He’s the Solid Rock of Strength who pointed you at Mum and gave you the ever so slight push when you took your first staggering steps.
He’s the Circus Strong Man who carried you around the zoo on his shoulders when you were too tired to walk.
He’s the Courageous Manservant who accompanied you on endless expeditions as you explored the local park.
He’s the Keeper of All Knowledge who answered all of your endless questions, unless they where about sex and then he referred you to The Specialist, Mum.
He’s the Unstoppable Mighty Swing Pusher who, with a little more effort, could make you loop the loop.
He’s the Untiring Listener who wanted to know which one of your matchbox cars was now the favourite and why. I still want to drive the Red Baron to this day.
He’s the Daryl Lee who dispensed secret treats, doing his best work just before dinner.
He’s the Squeamish Surgeon who operated on your first splinter.
He’s the Worksite Foreman of the sandpit who put you in charge of your first gleaming yellow, six-wheeler Tonka truck.
He’s the Overly Time Conscious Holiday Trip Co-ordinator who carried you and your siblings’ sleeping bodies to the car so he could be on the road at 4:00am.
He’s the Unbeatable I-Spy Expert who reckoned he could see oxygen.
He’s the Cold-Hearted Urine Denier who won’t stop the road trip for a wee break because “you should have gone before we left”!
He’s the Mechanical Mastermind who helped you build your first billy cart.
He’s the Unflappable Instructor with lightning reflexes and the speed of a cheetah who ran beside you as you panicked through your first wobbly bike ride.
He’s the Deadly Ninja who fearlessly stood between you and any danger.
He’s the Mighty Atlantic Crab Fisherman who baited your hook when you caught your first fish.
He’s the Comedian who always said when you are driving past a cemetery “That’s the dead centre of town”.
He’s the Death Defying Stuntman who put you on his knee and let you steer the car.
He’s the Maddeningly Inaccurate hose operator who sprayed you when you were helping wash the car on a sunny Sunday arvo.
He’s the Loyal Chauffeur who was at your call 24 hours a day.
He’s the Watchful Sensei who anxiously allowed you to move the car in the driveway by yourself.
He’s the Magician who turned every trip to the shops into an adventure by calmly steering the car and operating the clutch while you selected the gears.
He’s the Master Mechanic who showed you how to top up the radiator, change the oil and bleed the brakes.
He’s the King of the Couch who dubs you Fetcher of the Frothies as he cheers on Brocky to a win at Bathurst.
He’s the Nervous Driving Expert who sat there as you bravely crunched the gears, dropped the clutch and kangaroo hopped through your first time out on L-plates.
He’s the Sad Owner who lent you the vehicle you were driving for your first fender bender.
He’s the Wily Automotive Expert who supervised your first car purchase.
He’s the Generous Owner of the World Bank who made up the difference for that very car when your part-time job at Coles didn’t quite leave you enough.
He’s the Angry Loud Guy who woke you up in the morning to move your car that was blocking the driveway so he could go to work.
He’s the Mythical Keeper of the Tools who is never happy with your treatment of said tools or your overall level of maintenance.
He’s the Bottomless ATM who spewed out countless 20 dollar notes for petrol.
He’s the Long Suffering Road Side Assist Guy who rocked up in the middle of the night with jumper cables and followed you home in case you stalled it.
He’s the Ingenious Problem Solver who taught you that a car is the ultimate Meccano set.
He’s the Never Satisfied Tinkerer who made you fall in love with cars.
He’s all of those people.
He’s your Dad.
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