Old  Cars: Veteran, Vintage, Pre-War and Classic, are what we use and abuse in the pursuit of  Feral Sports, at The Feral Sports Car Club, as long as they are at least 50 years old.     
      Specifically, we like original unrestored, or "reclaimed" cars, that is, cars repaired only to the point of making them road legal. Vintage Utes with tattered canvas, Vintage tourers with   rust showing through remnant paintwork, Veteran "Specials"with interesting transmissions, Classic sports cars bearing the scars of at least 50 years of  neglect, old  battered  caravans;  these  are  all  grist to the Feral Sports Car Club mill. And we expect their owners to match the cars, though  not necessarily in age.
      And Feral Sports?  Hard to define, but it does seem to involve a lot of driving on dirt roads  to  reach out of the way pubs, appreciating the fast disappearing ambience of these places,  drinking real beer and wine around the campfires in some of the most isolated and beautiful places in Australia. And, most of all, it involves not taking yourself, the cars, or those around you too bloody seriously.
       We are located about 100 or so klicks north of Melbourne, Victoria, Australia (the sphincter at the arse-end of the world), in the Goldfields area, where Men are Men, and both sheep, and goats are nervous.


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The True History of
Robbo's Chev Ute.
Updated March, 2010
 
En Train to The Fiddlers &
to The Pig & Whistle.
Updated March, 2010