Pete McCluskey.
Lifetime Supporter
Late on Sunday morning I was heading out in the GT40 to check on my pregnant mare, blue sunny sky 24 degrees C, what a day for a drive to the country.
About halfway there strange smell, Uh Oh, water temp off the dial and nothing but steam in the rear view mirror. Quickly pull off the freeway into this quiet little Cul De Sac and lift the rear clip. Belts are O.K. but there it is, a hose has worked loose, or the clamp holding it onto the pipe has and all the coolant has departed onto the road.
O.K. time to call Scott my tame tow truck driver who is set up for low clearance cars. "No problem Pete I can be there in about two hours".
Two hours? O.K. it's still a nice sunny day so I settle down on the rear wheel to wait, watching the Sunday drivers go past on nearby Moggill Road.
A polite cough interrupts my thoughts and I turn around to see this couple dressed in their white bowls uniform and at least 80 years old. "beautiful car Mister what is it?" Well you know how we hate to talk about our cars, so I gave them the full potted history of the GT40 and how it kicked Ferrari's arse at Le Mans.
Seeing that I hadn't attacked Bert and Madge (not their real names) with a wheel spanner seemed to encourage the rest of the neighbors and soon I was surrounded by a group of about 20 all asking questions about the car and its Origin. One bloke I reckoned worked for QLD Transport because he was asking very informed questions about the registration process, I was very careful to answer according to the book.
Then Graham turned up with his camera and tripod and politely asked if I minded if he took some photos? "Not at all" well I don't think there is one square inch of #48 that Graham hasn't recorded for posterity.
Graham became my newest best mate when after putting his cameras away he wandered back and handed me a frothy icy cold beer.
Other neighbors took the hint and out came the dips and the corn chips,
it was turning into a very pleasant Sunday afternoon.
Cars were pulling in off Moggill rd just to see what was up, some would just do a circuit and move on and others would disgorge Mum Dad and kids and take photos with the phone and the move on.
About that time Scott arrived and we loaded the car and headed home.
My thanks to all the hospitable and friendly folk in that little Cul De Sac just west of Kenmore you made my day.
About halfway there strange smell, Uh Oh, water temp off the dial and nothing but steam in the rear view mirror. Quickly pull off the freeway into this quiet little Cul De Sac and lift the rear clip. Belts are O.K. but there it is, a hose has worked loose, or the clamp holding it onto the pipe has and all the coolant has departed onto the road.
O.K. time to call Scott my tame tow truck driver who is set up for low clearance cars. "No problem Pete I can be there in about two hours".
Two hours? O.K. it's still a nice sunny day so I settle down on the rear wheel to wait, watching the Sunday drivers go past on nearby Moggill Road.
A polite cough interrupts my thoughts and I turn around to see this couple dressed in their white bowls uniform and at least 80 years old. "beautiful car Mister what is it?" Well you know how we hate to talk about our cars, so I gave them the full potted history of the GT40 and how it kicked Ferrari's arse at Le Mans.
Seeing that I hadn't attacked Bert and Madge (not their real names) with a wheel spanner seemed to encourage the rest of the neighbors and soon I was surrounded by a group of about 20 all asking questions about the car and its Origin. One bloke I reckoned worked for QLD Transport because he was asking very informed questions about the registration process, I was very careful to answer according to the book.
Then Graham turned up with his camera and tripod and politely asked if I minded if he took some photos? "Not at all" well I don't think there is one square inch of #48 that Graham hasn't recorded for posterity.
Graham became my newest best mate when after putting his cameras away he wandered back and handed me a frothy icy cold beer.
Other neighbors took the hint and out came the dips and the corn chips,
it was turning into a very pleasant Sunday afternoon.
Cars were pulling in off Moggill rd just to see what was up, some would just do a circuit and move on and others would disgorge Mum Dad and kids and take photos with the phone and the move on.
About that time Scott arrived and we loaded the car and headed home.
My thanks to all the hospitable and friendly folk in that little Cul De Sac just west of Kenmore you made my day.
