Old Cars; Veteran, Vintage, Pre-War and Classic, are what we use and abuse in the pursuit of Feral Sports. 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 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.
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 in the Central Highlands of Victoria, 60 miles or so from Melbourne, "the sphincter at the arse-end of the world".
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A Happy New Year to all of the Punters who read this stuff. With the average for three years being 1100 hits a day, we are still a bit baffled as to why, but we'll just continue till we bore the crap out of you. A particular hello to the punter in San Jose, USA, who logs on at least once a week. We don't know who you are, sir, but we do admire your slightly warped taste, and your terrier-like tenacity. You're not sado-masochistic are you?
In this update we have the inevitable conclusion to the Roy Fry account of the Francis Birtles trip, and not only is it an interesting, gruelling end of a horror trip, but it gives an insight into the rascist attitudes prevalent at the time, and, I fear, only just below the surface now.
We also have a great poem, by a Canadian poet, produced here with the author's permission, which shows that the things the Ferals hold dear, may be universal, which may explain the 1100 hits a day.
And we also have the latest doings by the Ferals.
Cheers, Yorick Cheval.
