The Kiwi Bullitt

Steph and I thought we were just getting a ride out of town early this morning. Rob had c\kindly offered to take us to the Magic Bus pickup. But he had a stern, Steve McQueen look on his face as we approached Dunedin where the bus was to pick us up and onward to Oamaru.


We haddn't yet been to the world's steepest street that he had promised us he would take us to. Now there is nothing really remarkable about this street besides the incline. It could be any old suburban street. As we turned onto it, he asked "Should we go up it?" and put the petal to the metal almost before we said "Go for it!". We bolted up the hill that has incline that makes you feel like the car will fall back on itself. The fanny-packed american tourists were already there at 7am for some reason, snapping photos of our old ford chugging up to the top.



I must admit the drive up was the most fun (and this ford engine didn't sound anything like the film) but it sure did wake us up.