All Cars Were Once New
Driving through outback Australia you see husks of cars everywhere you go. Every time I come across one, something fascinates me about the lives they must have gone through to end up where they lie. Cars undergo an interesting transformation from new, valuable, and prized possessions into something so worthless it’s better off left in the bush. Whether it’s rotting in a field, on the back of a scrappers truck, or posted as a project on marketplace, try and picture it the day it rolled off the line - because that day did happen. It’s strange to imagine the sensible ‘90s Japanese businessman buying and daily driving a nice 2-door, cloth-seat Nissan . Only to see that car screaming around a track just 30 years on. Or the fresh-off-the-boat ‘60s poms and their brightly coloured, not-letting-go-of-the-homeland Austin convertible. Only for it to become a pile of rust in an overgrown paddock. There is something special about a brand new car. I had a coworker once who was infectio...