What better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than going for a drive in my brother Bill’s 1957 FC Holden? The engine purred in that wonderful way that modern cars can’t manage because they are all so refined these days; and occasionally it roared as we sped up on the straight sections of Wynnum’s wide roads – Bill thought it would give Lita and me a thrill, which it did (we whooped with delight!). I sat in the back on the turquoise bench seat without the horrid restriction of a seat belt because the regular rules do not apply to vintage cars (what joy!). Pedestrians and other vintage car drivers waved their appreciation and we waved back through the open windows. I felt like a queen. And my orange spotty sun dress complimented the turquoise interior very well…. if you don’t mind me saying so myself.

Sadly,we had the news recently that Holdens will no longer be made in Australia. What a shame…