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The one truly distinctive thing about
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Mike's
Pith & Wind - Not the Wolseley
Michael
Granat e-mailed me a little while ago with
some contemporary footage of the first car
he owned – a ’65 Toyota 700
sedan. It got me thinking about the first
car I drove.
Back in the ‘50s, New Zealanders were
compelled to purchase cars directly from
overseas – usually the UK –
with diligently accumulated ‘overseas’
funds. Our parents acquired a Wolseley 6/90
by this method, much to my brother’s
and my awestruck admiration. If you’re
not sure what a Wolseley is, just watch
almost any English crime film produced between
the ‘30s and ‘60s and there’ll
be a stock scene of police cars leaving
the Yard, tyres a’squealing and bells
a’ringing. This quintessentially English
car is distinguished by an illuminated badge
on the grill that immediately identifies
it as a Wolseley. Without the badge you
could be confused by its shape, which was
quite reminiscent of a Citroën or a
slightly scaled up Riley in the ‘30s
and then resembled a slightly scaled-down
Bentley in the ‘50s and ‘60s.
The oyster-grey 6/90 we had was the elegantly
styled Bentley shape, which was immediately
succeeded in the mid-sixties by the Pinninfarina-styled
6/99 that I thought quite ugly by comparison.
I never really understood what all the fuss
was about with Pinninfarina.
Anyway, both Richard and I were fortunate
enough to be allowed to drive the Wolseley
almost as soon as we had our driving licences,
which in those days (in Christchurch) you
could go for as soon.. read
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Dick's
Toolbox - Happy moments
It is a very early,
quiet spring morning in Christchurch New
Zealand, probably 1967. It is not even 7am
and I am walking beside the Avon River near
Cambridge Terrace; the temperature is gentle,
the sky a distant cerulean blue and the
air filled with a morning softness that
caresses the skin like the touch of velvet.
I am returning to my student house leaving
behind me a looping stich of footsteps in
the dew. Unaccountably I am suddenly aware
of the bounce and smell of the grass, and
of all the world around me. I realise that
I am quietly happy and I walked on with
a high heart into the rest of my life.
One of the major problems facing modern
man, to a lesser extent modern woman, is
the problem of growing up - then suddenly
growing old - with no apparent hiatus in
between. There is no pause at the apogee
of the trajectory of your life when you
can see where you have come from and.. read
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