It’s not just any old FC Holden (1958), it’s my brother Bill’s pride and joy. She purrs like a sleeping lion when she’s running over, she roars like a tiger when Bill puts his foot down, and she goes like a rocket… even with five adults along for the ride. And she’s pretty so you always get a lot of attention when you go out in her (part of the fun!).

This morning Bill was working on his boat when we called over to Tingalpa (Aboriginal for ‘fat kangaroo place’, so Bill told us) but he kindly gave up his work and took us out in the FC Holden instead. We roared over to the Mangrove Boardwalk at Wynnum North, then to Gumdale, our childhood home (from ordinary bush to designer bush – now we couldn’t afford to live there), and on to Gumdale Creek (my favourite fishing spot, which reminds me of our late father). Our tour ended with a growl around Minippi Park, and back to Bill’s for a nice cup of tea before heading home to Roland’s place in the new modern Holden that our friend has lent us. I drove. It was good to be in the driving seat though sadly it was rather a quiet drive… apart from the little alarm bell that went off every time I exceeded the speed limit.