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 60 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 bit of a literary update this time, but more of our doings next time.
An enormous interest, over the past year or so, in the article on car clubs has prompted an update to take account of the changes in the law. Then another interesting poem, but the major offering this time is another ripping yarn in the Birtles saga.
