The Quiet Beginning

It was a typical Monday night, the kind where the calm waters of Wellington’s Clyde Quay Wharf whisper secrets to the stars. Graham Bloxham, the bloke who used to run ONE NETWORK WELLINGTON LIVE, had found his usual fishing spot. He was all set, line in the water, hoping for a nibble, when the air, crisp with the scent of salt, hinted at an unexpected twist to his evening.

The Approach of the Young Lad

Out of the blue, a young chap, couldn’t have been much older than his early twenties, strolled over with a grin that was a bit too cheeky for his own good. “Evening, mate! That’s a right smart car you’ve got there,” he said, eyeing the WL Tiny Car parked not too far off. The car, a little gem known for its compact charm, shone under the wharf’s lights like a beacon of mischief.

The lad’s eyes twinkled with a bit of devilry as he went on, “Fancy giving someone a spin in that beauty?” Bloxham, tickled by the lad’s cheek, let out a laugh but shook his head, turning back to his fishing. But the young man was like a dog with a bone, asking again and again, each time with a bit more of a playful nudge.

The Unexpected Twist

After a bit of this back and forth, the lad changed his tune. “Just a sit then? Let me have a go at sitting inside,” he said, his voice now carrying a hint of a schoolboy’s plea. Bloxham, perhaps out of a bit of curiosity or just for a laugh, nodded. The young man slipped into the driver’s seat with a grin that said he’d just pulled off a small coup. But when it was time to hop out, his smile turned into a stubborn pout. He wouldn’t budge, gripping the steering wheel like it was his last stand.

The Standoff

What started as a bit of fun quickly turned into a right old pickle. There was Bloxham, standing outside, trying to talk some sense into the lad, but he was having none of it. The wharf, usually a quiet spot, became the scene of this odd standoff. Onlookers started to gather, drawn by the sight of a fisherman negotiating with a young bloke in a tiny car. In the end, with a mix of gentle persuasion and a bit of a firm hand, the lad was coaxed out, his adventure over before it really began.

The Lesson Learned

Luckily, no one was hurt, just the young man’s pride took a bit of a knock. As he was led away, probably to think twice about his antics, Bloxham had a good chuckle. The WL Tiny Car, with its unassuming charm, had held its own, and so had he. This little escapade at Clyde Quay Wharf would soon be a funny story doing the rounds in Wellington, a reminder that sometimes, a bit of charm isn’t enough when you’re up against a bloke and his beloved tiny car.