Show and Shine at the Rock

I wake up in a great mood, and start to pack a picnic for my family. Were going to the Hanging Rock Car Show and I am so exited. My Dad’s up and gives me a hand to slice the last bit of ham for sandwiches. I pack them in a basket along with some drink bottles and a box of biscuits.  

We pull up at hanging rock, the eyes turn to us as we hop out of the gleaming red Study-Baker. I love cars, the glamour of them, the vibrant paint colours, and way the engines roar, I feel it right though my bones. I love that feeling. Most things I like are vintage; most things I own are vintage. Particularly the gorgeous dresses, and I am wearing my favourite one. It is a blue 60's dress with a green ribbon at my waist. I curled my hair last night, put my fringe in bangs and my hair in Victory rolls. I suppose it is a bit overboard, considering my brother is just in plain old t-shirt and jeans. Mum is wearing a brown patterned skirt and a green shirt and my Dad is just in shorts, shirts and a tie. So I look a bit misplaced, but I love it!  

We walk up and down the rows of cars. My personal favourite is the 56 Ford Victoria. I love the silver railing running across the side, with a slight v shape just before the door. I suppose that’s where it got its name from. V... Victoria. I haven’t seen one yet, but I can tell you I have heard it call for me. The engine roar is unmistakable, at least for me, because I love it! Although you can’t not under-appreciate the other beauties. I would be happy with any of them.

As we continue to walk up and down the rows of cars, I see TV crews here. I really hope that they find my outfit pretty and interview me. That would really truly make my day! Actually that happened once, when I was at an antiques festival. I was in the newspaper and all.

I spot my friend and wander over to her, and give her a bit of a fright in a good mannered way, then a little cheeky smile. She turns around with her hand on her chest and hugs me. We haven’t seen each other since primary school, and now we’re in year 8 at different 

schools. We don’t talk so much now, but I’m surprised she showed up here. As far as I know, she hates cars. We wander off together after we get permission from mum and promise not to go too far. She has vibrant red hair, and gorgeous green eyes. She is very pretty and I am envious of her. I explain to her about how we should value cars, that they are a fabulous invention, but she just looks at me so I stop.

‘I know. I now understand what you like about them. They are amazing,’ and she takes my hand and drags me two rows up to see her family. I notice they are seated around a 50s Aston Martin Coupe. My mouth drops in shock. I rush to it, and ask her to open the hood.  I look at the engine, the straight 6 engine. You never see ‘em any more! Now that just made me more envious of her!

The afternoon passes, and we wander about the reserve and look at the cars. This time I don’t notice the paint work like I first did, but rather the owners of the cars. The ‘BOB’S’ (that a family acronym for fat men with ‘bellies over belts’ ) the younger ripped guys, with skinny jeans and singlets. Then as I walk a bit further I come to the bikies. The old bikes look so cool. Their rustic sheik is amazing. Many of the bikers have long beards and tattoos on their arms. They’re not afraid to show them because they wear vests. The majority of these fella’s are also ‘BOB’S”. Amongst all the tough guys, are also the men with little bikes and tools and kind smiles. The shadows of Hanging Rock steal the gleam of the cars and the engines roar again. We load up into the Stude and we drive off till next year. Now that was a fabulous day!