The nicest guy this side of the hemisphere

We had spent almost two hours driving around Christchurch looking for a mechanic that would fix our handbrake so that we could go get our WOF. Kyle was getting grumpy hungry, and I was getting worried that Kyle was getting grumpy hungry. Most of the shops were closed and the few ones that weren't, were too busy to even look at our van. Finally we spotted a tire shop that was open and I suggested popping in to see if someone there wouldn't mind fixing The Beast up. 

We pulled up to the open garage, and I jumped down. There were two guys hanging about, business was slow I presumed. The older guy said they weren't really a workshop but agreed to take a look at The Beast anyway.

The rest is history. Gary from Beaurepaires fixed up The Beast faster than you could say "Around New Zealand On Wheels". He even oiled the squeaky driver's door and fixed the back brakes too. We were so peachy pleased it showed. We thanked him and both Kyle and I gave Gary from Beaurepaires our widest, sunniest smiles from the bottom of our hearts and I sure hope he knows how grateful we are.

I happily hopped all the way back to the van and off we went to Nelson.

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Ladies and gentlemen, we have a problem. Ever since I put Kyle in the right-hand side driver's seat and on the left side of the road, he can't seem to tell left from right anymore. At first it was funny, but now it's slightly alarming. Every time he says 'left' I know he means 'right', and vice versa. I need a quick fix.

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Happy Easter, everyone!