Perth, early 1970s.
Dad’s car was the mighty Volkswagen Beetle.
His dad lived in Freo and one particular road had a roller coaster style to it.
Set of lights at the top and bottom end and on one particular run we pulled up next to a car that I hadn’t seen before.
I was maybe six.
Asked dad what it was? He said it was a Monaro.
Me being six naturally had it immediately pegged as a car he should have bought.
A couple of years later I said to him why don’t we buy one?
Dad bought a beige and white HT Kingswood with a trusty red 186 six instead.
It looked a bit like a Monaro . . . a little bit . . .
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