On the first day God created the Heavens, The Earth and the Wiseman’s
Ferry road, but he wasn’t happy. His Kingswood would sway on the
corners, crawl up the hills and use heaps of juice.
On the second day, god took a new track and created the Falcon. He
enjoyed the feeling of power and it was fun. But it still used heaps of
petrol.
So, on the third day, god created the Torana V8 and it flew up the
hills. It never broke down, but the corners remained a problem. Yet he
had tasted close to the ultimate in power and craved for more.
On the fourth day He added a 650 Holley, extractors and twin 2”
exhaust and created adrenalin. His insurance premium doubled and it cost
a fortune to get the body fixed. He had also created fear, (His hair
turned white), and the cliché “Enough is Enough”.
On the fifth day God created the 351 GT. He would cruise up and down
hills in top gear and pick up heaps of babes. But the hog was too heavy,
broke down a lot and handled like the proverbial brick sh-----se, and
the Kingswood.
Then on the sixth day, God made the 5 litre Commodore. He would still
pick up the babes outside the Wiseman’s Ferry Pub and it sounded good.
His car felt light and for the first time, corners were fun. It Handled!
God was stoked!!! But it’s weak body worried him crazy, it was a touch
gutless and still ran out of juice every 100 miles. He wasn’t happy,
but he was close.
So finally, on the seventh day, God produced a car with the speed of a
351, (almost), the reliability of a Rolls Royce, (what else?) and the
handling of a Commodore. He could afford the petrol, tune it himself,
pick up chicks and still blow off 351’s through the corners.
He called his car P76 and he was Happy!!!
Amen.
