Just thought I’d share a little story with you. You may have noticed that some of the titles of my outfits draw on specific sources of inspiration – some are music related (e.g. ZZ Tops, Suffragette City, White Stripes, Love Her Madly, etc.), while others are a nod to movies (The Graduate, Pyjama Game, From Russia With Love, etc.). My recent post, Wild Violet, also has meaning and inspiration behind it – though not what you might expect!
Wild Violet is the paint colour of a car that I used to drive when I was in high school. It wasn’t even my car; it belonged to my oldest brother. I have three brothers, all quite a few years older than myself, so growing up I was surrounded by boys with their cars and, in an effort to feel part of all this, I took an interest in cars also. It didn’t work – I was never more than the pain-in-the-bum little sister hanging around and being a pest, but I did genuinely grow to like cars.
My oldest brother had several cars and was often at a loss for where to keep them. My Dad agreed for this particular vehicle to stay in the spare garage in return for Dad (and me!) being able to use it. Dad was INCREDIBLY finicky about his own car and was very happy to have a car other than his to drive in case the weather looked bad (no I’m not kidding!). My brother had long moved out by this stage, and I was in my last year of high school with my learner’s permit.
The car was a 1975 Ford Falcon XB ute, 5.8 litre V8, in Wild Violet with a white vinyl interior. This thing had some guts to it! Not as much as it could have, because being such a thirsty beast it had been converted to dual fuel (it also ran on LP gas), so that took away some power and space in the tray. But I still used to flog that thing on the way to school! I thought I was sh*t hot and I LOVED that car.
Here is what it looked like:
Imagine this ute
in this colour
As I said – sh*t hot! I wish I had a photo of the actual ute, but from memory it had the same deep dish mags as the sedan above. It was not in the same showroom condition as either car in these pics but that mattered little to a 17 year old girl.
This particular brother has always preferred Fords and has owned a lot of them over the years, but this was my favourite (probably because it’s the only one I got to drive on any regular basis). Because of its sheer size my Dad was very paranoid about me driving it and always insisted on me parking a million miles from anyone else in a shopping centre carpark. Probably because this ute and my other main learner car (Dad’s Holden VN ClubSport) were both large V8s, I have always preferred large cars and get very offended when someone speaks about a ‘girl’s’ car.
I have no idea what happened to the ute. My brother sold it before I finished high school so it could be anywhere. If it’s still running it would be over 40 years old by now. I dearly hope it has been lovingly restored by an enthusiast and still purring.
Bet you never picked me for a tappet head!