Luke Oliver

Low mileage Diablo I think. Not one, but two half-naked schoolgirls in the co-pilot seat. Sucks to be him, I guess.

’tis better to have loved and lost…

(Statute of limitations has well expired on this one. Photography performed in controlled circumstances. Just one gear to go…)

That’s the right colour, too.

The Landshark. V8 rear wheel drive. Still lustful after all these years.

Retired NSW ambulance. 5.7l V8, I swear when you tromped the accelerator you could see the fuel gauge move. Rear interior set up as a lounge room - double divan, TV/CD/Video suite, coffee table. Tequila party for 11 one night at Strathalbyn.

Livery matched that of the Skyvan (VH-IBS). So I had to set up the shot.

About 1750cc worth of naturally aspirated excitement. During ownership, I replaced every single part of the drive train - including a hand-build of the motor with Macca, having had his cousin do crank, bearings, replacement pistons and rings. Tuned length extractors plus the wider pots made it a little more exciting than usual, but I think I was more excited than anyone else.

It used to terrify the fathers of the girls I picked up in it.
Well… it made them laugh with something.

Perched on the back is James Danenberg’s pork pie hat, which disappeared when the Subaru Liberty was stolen a few years back. James: I still have your books, wish I could return the hat.

Image courtesy PearlCraft

You never forget your first.
Or its stupid, permanently-dripping-expensive-fluids automatic transmission.