A couple of years ago, I bought a truly second-hand Toyota Land Cruiser Model 60, from the '80s. It had lived at the coast (where it will continue to live) and had the rust to prove it, but it's a fabulous 4x4, with a 4.5-litre engine. It goes up Kloof Nek Road in Cape Town in fourth gear - what can I say? It has done 310000 rough kilometres, and, truth be known, I haven't been looking after it. I've never checked the oil or water. I should have. I was taking my two young sons, Angus and Oliver, aged 12 and 10, from Cape Town to Hermanus in early January. It was a hot day, probably over 30C, in our parched Mother City, so, after a while, I pulled open the rusty air vents, only to be practically asphyxiated from the smoke that poured in from the engine. Eish! As luck would have it, we were only a few hundred metres from the traffic control/community centre just a few kilometres from the airport, on the N2 highway. The three of us hobbled barefoot across the gravel to seek help, but w...

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