Mea culpa
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This is too coincidental to let it pass. @Diogenese a mate I'll name Ray had a grey 1954 Hillman Minx and we participated in a couple of loosely arranged rally's through the Otway Ranges. There would be a keg of beer at the finish to allow participants to refresh themselves and enjoy the fellowship. I do recall an incident when we also missed a checkpoint, in daylight. The brakes on the Hillman were similar to the electronics. Useless. This Hillman met its demise when it inexplicably wobbled into a ditch returning from a function on a beach near Port Campbell held to celebrate the completion of first-year tertiary studies. I have a small scar on my right index finger to remind me of the injury received from this plummet and the occasion. The Hillman found its final resting place on a nearby dairy farm.Hillman's - they came in black. During a night time car rally on the back roads (dirt) the driver realized we were approaching the check-point from the wring direction (alright - blame the navigator), so he turned off the lights and floored it (you can imagine the G-forces generated by a 1950's Hillman on full throttle). We sailed through the check-point at peak revs. Have you ever driven over a cattle grid at 45 mph?
During the same rally, a beautifully restored Holden ute flipped, no seatbelts, no injuries - Michelin tyres anre't so good on dirth roads.
I did that too, but I didn't remember doing it.
Ray acquired a blue 1953 Hillman Minx shortly after. This one required considerable time and funds to achieve roadworthiness and before that step, to work. Eventually, it did. However not long after Ray was gifted a Humber Hawk. Black. He was quite an imperturbable lad but was pleased with his acquisition. When asked why, he coyly replied, "More backseat legroom."
Cheers.
(I have left some detail out to hopefully spare me from further embarrassment).
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