Get in dad’s good books; win him a $10,000 holiday for Father’s Day

11 August, 2015

Although he tries not to show it, your dad’s tired of receiving socks and shaving cream for Father’s Day every year. So why not treat him to something a bit more desired, say, a 204-piece toolkit and a family holiday valued at $10,000? Well for one family, this will become a reality, thanks to the kind folks at Repco.

From August 13 to September 6, 2015, every purchase that you make at Repco stores nationwide gives you an entry in the draw to win this incredible prize. Simply text the word REPCO, your receipt number, and your name to 244, and you’re in!

Five runners-up will also be selected, with each to be awarded a copy of All Black Corey Jane’s new book, Winging It.

To find your nearest Repco outlet, click here to access their handy store locator.

Terms and conditions: standard text charges apply. Competition runs August 13 to September 6, 2015 (all entries must be texted to 244 by 11.59pm September 6, 2015 to be in the draw). Prize comes in the form of a $6000 Flight Centre card and a $4000 Visa Prezzy Card. Plus five runners-up will get a signed copy of Corey Jane’s new book, Winging It. See repco.co.nz for full terms and conditions.

This could be good news for restoring cars and bikes – but we must be quick!

Our parliament is currently considering a member’s Bill, drawn by ballot, called the ‘Right to Repair’ Bill.
It’s due to go a Select Committee for consideration, and we can make submissions ie say what we think of it, before 3 April this year. It’s important because it will make spare parts and information for doing repairs far more readily available and this should slow the rate at which appliances, toys and so on get sent to landfill.

1959 Sunbeam Alpine: A road trip with Lady P

The romance of the road
The South Island begins to reveal its unbelievable beauty and clarity of light as we weave and bend past mountain peaks, blue flowing rivers, and bright green forests. Today, while the cutlery wheel continues to chime, there are no morbid rattles, and we are still alive. The road moves beneath us and I start to really understand what a road trip is all about: the warm analogue hum of the engine, the sensory overload of wind and sun, the dreamy pageant of shapes and colour that glides by like a movie set, not a cloud in the sky.