.........caught a flight home to Carlton and her penthouse and Canberra turned the page for the next stranger than fiction act.
In the meantime that sneaky OT had been quietly building up his CAT franchises, the latest one shown here.
He'd misspelt his name of course - we're lucky he didn't us a reverse "t" as well.
The OT Parts all have a pussy stamped on them; implying they have something to do with Caterpillar, and there's a hint of Cat yellow in the logo, but green in case the customers claim parts are knockoffs.
He was going to hang two bull gears above every dealership until he found that four out of every ten were oval.
Bucyrus Caterpillar would turn in his grave if he saw this.
The section in front is the entry module, styled on an old Arizona Cantina, where someone coming in for a set of grousers or a few pistons is encouraged to linger with the hostesses over a jug of beer. The beer is that rotgut from WA, Swan Lager, so by the time the customer gets to the factory counter, he's lost part of his sight and is shaky at the knees.
The franchise uses the well - known "retired professionals" to steer the customer off what he came in to buy and talk him into some junk that had started to rust.
It was into this process that CT fell when he entered the new Darraweit Guim Onetrak franchise and ...............