I’ve always been a car guy.
As a tyke, I spent many a highway ride (surely to the delight of everyone else in the station wagon) shouting out the names of every make and model of vehicle coming the other way.
Many a glorious weekend was spent at Western Speedway in Victoria, the intoxicating smells and throaty rumble of the engines still sparking vivid memories to this day.
One
Support local journalism today
Join thousands of other like-minded readers and sign up below to gain immediate & unlimited access to our news for the next 30 days – plus start receiving our newsletters.
Dialogue and debate are integral to a free society and we welcome and encourage you to share your views on the issues of the day. We ask that you be respectful of others and their points of view, refrain from personal attacks and stay on topic. To learn about our commenting policies and how our community-based moderation works, please read our Community Guidelines.
