Ferraris at The Exhibition Buildings

"I'll have a red one, thanks."

A Little Green Porsche

 

How's this little beauty in a clothes warehouse near home. There was a classic Camaro, a black 911 and a Ferrari, in red, of course, but this was my choice a highly modified 356.

We walked Bruno. The sun shone. We bought gelato. I asked for one scoop, I got much more, not that I am complaining. We met a friend when we were nearly home, who looked at Bruno after which she casually asked where Buddy was with a smile. She teared up when we told her. Everybody loved Bud. We had to comfort her, as she comforted us. 

Sad Face. I miss him, the way he'd gently lay his head on my thigh, the way he'd crawl into my lap when I'm sitting on the floor at the coffee table, the way he'd tap me with his paw if he wanted my attention, oh, so many ways. I feel like there is a physical piece of me missing, not sure if that makes any sense?

Cool Old Toyota

You don't see many of these any more

A really handsome boy, named Craig C, with whom I went to school, and I always wanted desperately wanted to touch each other, but we never quite got over the line with our hands, his father has a yellow ochre one of these Toyota Crowns.

Is It Art?

 We should just clear coat it and be done with it

Look, half a police car

Don't They Say The Police Have The best Drugs?

Seriously, what would be the reason for a police car to be left like this?

 

A beautiful Lancia I see when I walk the dogs

One of my favourite car YouTubers stopping for um, er, petrol. 

The Kum & Go. It's good going with all the guys. 😀

Driving to Thornbury

I am too intolerant to drive now a days, I just need to hand my license in, because people are fuckwits, just fuckwits. If I don’t drive, I don’t have to go out and mingle with the fuckwits.

I know I have a somewhat of a take no prisoners driving style, but, hey, I’ve never had an accident. But, if I am driving somewhere, I like to get there. And as Lottie used to say from behind the wheel as she was fanging it through the suburbs, “Get on, or get off.” But then we all used to drive at 80 kph back when I first learned to drive. I remember on occasions following my dear old mum some place, I could never keep up with her, she was just a set of tail lights somewhere in the distance.

However…

I was following a 4WD that put is righthand blinker on whenever it did fuck knows what, all the way up Smith Street and then Queens Parade, at 30 kilometres per hour I might add. I wondered if the driver had blinker Tourette’s. I was praying to god they would veer off the road suddenly and crash into a power pole, but as that didn’t happen it is more proof that god doesn’t exist.

I followed a learner drive who came up to the lights in the right lane in front of me and immediately put its left hand blinker on. When the lights turned green we proceeded forward and the leaner attempted to move into the left-hand lane, when he had veered back into my lane for the forth time, inexplicably, I tooted him. As I tuned up High Street the black 4WD behind me tooted me aggressively, I assume for me tooting the learner driver.

There was traffic everywhere in High Street. And old wog man in a gigantic Buick, as big as some people’s lounge rooms, who presumably got sick of waiting in the side street to turn right into High Street, just planted his foot and came out into two lanes of heavy traffic. I saw him coming out and slowed down, the car behind me and the car behind it had to pull up quickly, however, the bloke coming from the other direction didn’t see him coming and slammed on his brakes at the last minute skidding very closely to a parked car, the car behind him skidded to a stop right up the guy in fronts arse, as did the car behind it, as the large sky blue Buick accelerated steadily with a huge cloud of blue smoke pumping out both of its twin exhausts.

A nun in a mini van who stopped in front of me, veered into the middle of the road and swung the front of the car to the left, presumably going to do a reverse park, then proceeded to move forward swung over on the wrong side of the road, then swerved back onto the left hand side of the road put its left hand blinker on and turned right into a car spot.

When I came home, I came from the north up my street. A truck came from the south and stopped in front of my place. I was going to turn into the lane behind it, but there was truck in the laneway which we all then waited for it to go. Another woman came from the south, stopped for a while because the truck and I were blocking the road, then she drove forward and blocked the truck coming out of the lane. Then proceeded to toot the first truck. And had no idea why any of us weren’t moving.

And that was just driving to Thornbury.

Bentley

Okay, so I didn't take this one either.
Mark was talking about enjoying the weather up in Byron, the gorgeous sun and the lovely zephyrs, so I sent him this.

A friend of my fathers used to restore these Alfas when I was a kid. I sometimes used to sit in his garage and watch him, as he and dad drank a beer. He had two white ones and a silver one over a period of time, so I have an affinity for them.

I walked around the corner and there was this Ferrari. I think it is something like a 1960 250 GTE. Pristine condition. I have no idea what it would be worth, but it would be
a lot.

Green Ferrari 250 GTE

An electric 2CV. There are a lot of electric cars in Amsterdam, Mercedes, Audi plugged in all over the place

A hot Renault, how I would love to drive that around Europe

"That car doesn't deserve a photo," says some guy in a zebra print jumper laying with a bottle of wine, in a brown paper bag, in the sun, on the street. "It's not much of a car, if the truth be known."
"It's cool," I say. I look back at the car.
"Yes, people must think so, because they are always taking photos of it," says the guy. "I'd be looking for a Lamborghini to be using my photos on."
"There aren't many of these around though," I say.
"Yes, well, it does look all pretty and yellow in the sun, now doesn't it," says the guy. "But, as I said, I'd be taking photos of Lamborghini's  that's what I'd be doing."

Citroen Ami 8

Fiat 500, one of the great cars of the world

Renault 4, a panelvan variant

We hired a Fiat and drove out of London. This was the first stop, note the three coffee cups on the roof.

So this holiday, I have driven the old Fiat 500 and the new Fiat 500. So, which one would I have? The old one. The hot version of the new one that I didn't drive. The hire company actually had one of the hot ones, but it had just been rented out. The new one drove well. I'd have one of both.