I was desperate for something and I had been for years. I wasn't sex, it was a Holden panel van, which I thought of as pretty much the same thing.
I bought this HQ with it's flashy stripes, fat wheels and smokey 253 from a dealer, signing away my soul and peace of mind to a finance company.
The engine fumed up the vehicle's interior terribly. I couldn't drive anywhere without the window open. I did a couple of trips and as in the photo parked backwards at the drive in movie with my mates. But it never was the fuck truck that my imagination promised. When I finally sold it I was relieved. The finance company is probably still looking for me.
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