the early holden lights were a bit out there for my tastes and i would have swapped the guards but would definately have kept them as a piece of early australian customisation.

 

 

if you look really closely at the top pic you can see a rust coloured line above the black spot behind the tyre on the inner guard (in front of the guard bolt). that was the extent of the rust that i could find... it needed to be cut out and patched but still it was a damn clean car. (i forgot to check the rear bumper brackets, but even if they were rusty it would still be super clean). i am so pissed at myself for letting this one slip through my fingers. words cannot describe how pissed i am.

 

 

the og motor wasn't fitted (though i think the case and parts were there), but it had a decent (i think) 1600DP. perfect for fitting the mild soup up bits in my shed... everything was less than $1000. can you say "henry you are a dumb bastard".

 

the other car that the guy had (and anything i wanted was included) was a 60 model, too far gone but a useful parts doner all the same. note the 4 tab and chopped grey ribbed door behind the steering wheel etc etc.

 

 

btw thats Max the owner (the man with 9 lives) in the background, a nice guy.

 

 

 

 

this one had also been touched by the customizer. (they both came from the same guy originaly)

 

 

 

it is a little out there but i like it all the same.

 

not shown are the spare motors (40 + 36 motors + bastard parts), lights and other parts in max's shed.

 

 

 

now i've gone and lost a full paragraph... my frustration is boiling up inside me... i think i should just go to bed before i chuck a full blown ,lying on the floor kicking and screaming, kiddy tantrum. actually the thought of doing that makes me feel better, i think i would really enjoy it, it would let off a lot of steam. unfortunately i'm too "old and mature" (ha ha) to let myself go like that. still it sounds fun.

 

 

edit. knowing that there is no-one to blame for this but myself is the worst bit. i can't avoid myself and i can't ignore myself, there is no point trying to make excusses 'cause i know the truth. i was just too slack and waited too long. other things had a hand in it, but could have been worked around with a little effort  and orginasation on my part. no amount of typing or what if'ing can change the outcome. all that is left is frustration. a dream that i had, that I crushed.