Monday August 4th 2025

[Dave]

Another week is underway.

Why is it that the days fly by faster when one reaches the age of having a limited number left? Doesn't seem fair.

I need some help to ID this car seen at a mall a few days ago.

   

   

   

The general styling and the yellow & white colors suggest to me that it's from the early to mid 1950s. Some details hint at a GM make, while others suggest dodge or Chrysler. Unfortunately all identifying details that would include make and model were not preserved during restoration.

[Rich]

Dave, coming to the party late. Been a busy week for me. That is a beautiful custom 54' Chevy. Eye-catching color, amazing tail lights!. California Custom for sure! Love it!

[Man From Ironbark]

California custom eh. Was watching Car S.O.S. recently, They had to pull a VW wizard apart and rebuild it because the customisation had weakened the car's structure to the point where it was as collapsable as a wet cardboard box.

[Dave]

Thanks Rich.

A 54 Chevy - my initial wild guess was A Chevy from the mid 50s.

MFI, interesting story and a warning to not mess with things unless you know what you're doing. Kinda like the misguided and disastrous introduction of rabbits to your country.

[Man From Ironbark]

Not only rabbits mate.
There was a book written long ago(first published 1977) called; 'They all ran wild' by a local bloke by the name of Eric C. Rolls. https://archive.org/details/theyallranwi...5/mode/2up

and lots more has been let go wild since.

It is a total catastrophe really.

[Dave]

I think I'll look into that book, MFI.

Thanks for the info.

[Man From Ironbark]

White men haven't been here very long but we have an impressive range of extinctions.

https://insidestory.org.au/golden-disobe...ric-rolls/
"Born in western New South Wales in 1923, Eric was five years old when his father drove north from Grenfell to Narrabri to take up his own farm. Well, it was not really his own farm; the rabbits owned it. The farm was too far from any school Eric could attend, so he had to wait until he was seven to begin lessons with Blackfriars Correspondence School. He recalled how he “spent two exciting years with a pack of dogs walking about hunting rabbits into burrows and hollow logs” so that his father could chop them or dig them out. He slept on the verandah of the wooden homestead, waking at night to watch the play of moon shadows and in the early morning to see the light come onto the Nandewar Ranges. Eric later won selection to Fort Street Boys’ High School in Sydney, where, as he recalled, he taught the other kids how animals reproduced and they taught him how humans did."