Cars are one of those things that I just don’t get.
I don’t understand why people get so upset when their car gets scratched in the car park. I don’t understand when my husband drools over a passing car on the road which to me looks like any other. I don’t even really understand how they work.
I know that petrol goes into a cylinder, which is then ignited by a spark, which makes the pistons move then I lose interest and my thoughts meander off elsewhere. Then when the person who is explaining it to me gets to, ‘And that’s what makes a car go’, I nod enthusiastically and pretend that finally having this information will make a vast improvement to my life.
So when we arrived at the Yarrawonga Market and saw that there was a classic car show on to raise money for Angel Flight I was excited not because there were cars but because there were old cars.
I get old stuff.
So I walked amongst the classic cars, picking up snippets of conversations about restorations and performance, not really understanding any of it and took a heap of arty pictures of old stuff; one of my favourite pastimes.
So while I’d love to caption each of these photos with some details about the car, even just the make and model. I can’t.
I can’t even tell you how they work.
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