It twas an early start to the day for the little 'uns but it turned into a super dooper Father's Day at the Rat Day down in Sydney's south. It was sunny, warm with a gentle breeze rustling the fox tails and rusty bits of the loads of kustoms, hot rods and just plain old cars on show. They were lining up to get in as we crawled into the gates at a reasonable 8.30. And it just grew and grew, with pleny of interesting lead sleds, coupes and total rust buckets and not too many "what is that doing here?!?" cars.
Lots of interesting people, frocked up gals from Bex's stall of goodies, mobile coffee bar for those of us who NEED caffine and the usual hairy ol daddies. My fave car of the day: a beautiful peppermint ice Impala parked near the front gate...it even had a 1960's pack of Kools on the dash (not that I advocate smoking) but it was a nice touch! All it needed was the number plate: MADMEN. Another highlight was a real head turning drag into the yard and following the twin drag marks down the lane way, the noise was awful!
Catching up with lots of friends and acquaintances, wandering around in a no hassle environment, lots of excellent cars, only thing missing was maybe some tunes...and maybe a little caravan to retire to when the sun got too much for the grumbly little ones. Maybe next year?
M x x
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
The Rat Holden is a Man Magnet
Attention all the single ladies! Want to be not so single? Then get yourself a rusty, mint green 1967 Holden HR with a battered old roof rack and a Betty Page smelly thingy that hangs from the rear vision mirror. Her name is Pepper and she's our rusty gal.
I'm driving home from the station, passing through a little set of shops known for it's lah dee dahness and I stop to let some people cross on the pedestrian crossing. The young man, maybe 25 or so, turns at the sound of the rumbley old Holden woken up from her nap at the station car park. He stares at the grille of the car and then looks at me and keeps looking, like "It's a Holden and a girl!". He almost falls over backwards, walking and staring at the car, despite the girl at his side. Tee hee, I think. Too late I think that I should of winked!
Old grandads, young hipsters, natty daddies; they all love the Holden. So rush to your nearest caryard and pick yourself up one of these top cars. Not only are you getting a man-magnet, you are getting an excellent, reliable, honest and fun car with a whole lot of grunt and heart.
M x x
I'm driving home from the station, passing through a little set of shops known for it's lah dee dahness and I stop to let some people cross on the pedestrian crossing. The young man, maybe 25 or so, turns at the sound of the rumbley old Holden woken up from her nap at the station car park. He stares at the grille of the car and then looks at me and keeps looking, like "It's a Holden and a girl!". He almost falls over backwards, walking and staring at the car, despite the girl at his side. Tee hee, I think. Too late I think that I should of winked!
Old grandads, young hipsters, natty daddies; they all love the Holden. So rush to your nearest caryard and pick yourself up one of these top cars. Not only are you getting a man-magnet, you are getting an excellent, reliable, honest and fun car with a whole lot of grunt and heart.
M x x
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Getting harder and harder to find
Howdy and Hello,
thought I would fill you in on the little drive I took out to Canterbury today to visit the Sydney Vintage Fair today with some friends. After consulting the in-car GPS (a street directory - the paper type!) I took off in the family mobile, just Patsy and I.
There were quite a few stalls set up inside the convention centre at the Race course. You had to pay a fee to enter and then it was open slather. By that I mean the prices were pretty steep but it was all under one roof and if you could bear the majority of "exhibitors" not even giving you the slightest smile (just looking past you for the next person to walk into their area) then it was a pleasant way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
There was a lot of different things to check out - patterns, buttons, shoes, jewels, hats...and of course, clothes. I was surprised to see quite a bit of retro stuff there - 70s and 80s disco dresses and formal gowns. Even platform shoes and faux fur bed spreads. There also seemed to be many gaggles of 15 -20 year old girls, some dressed in lovely prom frocks but not a thing done to hair, make up etc. Just throwing on that vintage dress that you can actually fit into (being so young) doesn't mean you shouldn't go the whole hog and put some effort in girls! (Okay so I'm insanely jealous they can do up those gowns without slapping on the girdle from HELL!)
I glimpsed a tiny bit of the singers "The Belles" and the fashion parade given by the amazonian models, and even sipped a coffee as I wandered around. I picked up a few pairs of gloves, but that's because I have a serious glove obsession and may need help at some point (Gloves Anonymous!). But there was something missing and it took me a while to work out exactly what it was. It was that thrill of finding something that no one else had found...it had all been found many many times. And pawed over. And a huge price slapped on it. If I had heaps of dough and no worries in the world, it would be a lovely place to buy many a trinket. I think I enjoy finding that special thing hidden away, waiting just for me, invisible to everyone else. Getting harder and harder to find I know, but still there somewhere, out there.
If you were there, hope you found what you were looking for. I would probably go again, just to see what was there.
MW x x
thought I would fill you in on the little drive I took out to Canterbury today to visit the Sydney Vintage Fair today with some friends. After consulting the in-car GPS (a street directory - the paper type!) I took off in the family mobile, just Patsy and I.
There were quite a few stalls set up inside the convention centre at the Race course. You had to pay a fee to enter and then it was open slather. By that I mean the prices were pretty steep but it was all under one roof and if you could bear the majority of "exhibitors" not even giving you the slightest smile (just looking past you for the next person to walk into their area) then it was a pleasant way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
There was a lot of different things to check out - patterns, buttons, shoes, jewels, hats...and of course, clothes. I was surprised to see quite a bit of retro stuff there - 70s and 80s disco dresses and formal gowns. Even platform shoes and faux fur bed spreads. There also seemed to be many gaggles of 15 -20 year old girls, some dressed in lovely prom frocks but not a thing done to hair, make up etc. Just throwing on that vintage dress that you can actually fit into (being so young) doesn't mean you shouldn't go the whole hog and put some effort in girls! (Okay so I'm insanely jealous they can do up those gowns without slapping on the girdle from HELL!)
I glimpsed a tiny bit of the singers "The Belles" and the fashion parade given by the amazonian models, and even sipped a coffee as I wandered around. I picked up a few pairs of gloves, but that's because I have a serious glove obsession and may need help at some point (Gloves Anonymous!). But there was something missing and it took me a while to work out exactly what it was. It was that thrill of finding something that no one else had found...it had all been found many many times. And pawed over. And a huge price slapped on it. If I had heaps of dough and no worries in the world, it would be a lovely place to buy many a trinket. I think I enjoy finding that special thing hidden away, waiting just for me, invisible to everyone else. Getting harder and harder to find I know, but still there somewhere, out there.
If you were there, hope you found what you were looking for. I would probably go again, just to see what was there.
MW x x
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