Cooma Coolness

It was great to be able to organise a four day weekend and join the pensioners. The Cooma Monaro Historic Car Club runs the Girder Fork rally for the old bikes in October but last year started a rally for pre-1960 cars. Well, we now have the MG and haven’t taken it for a long run, so we were in. Some friends and club members were going also, so there would be lots of chat whenever we stopped for cuppas and fuel.

We left the Top of Razorback and followed the side roads through the Southern Highlands avoiding the highway as usual. The weather was great and the car was running like a charm. How sweet it is to have a Friday off, it feels more special.  I had spent quite a bit of time thinking about an outfit to wear in the MG 1936 style. I have my grandmother’s rabbit fur, culottes which are better for getting in and out of the car (and which are actually in fashion at the moment) and a cute hat leftover from my chemo episode.

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There were five cars, our MG TA, an MGA, Chrysler, Model A Ford and Morris. We tried out some bakeries and cafes along the way at Exeter and Bungendore, travelling on our stomachs as usual. We arrived at our motel in Cooma to hear that one car had collided with a kangaroo who sadly didn’t live to tell the tale.

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Saturday morning dawned rather frosty and chilly. It soon warmed up after we set off on our run to Dalgety and Bombala, so we put the roof down to really enjoy the whole day. Another wildlife encounter saw the MGA narrowly miss a feral deer. At the lunch stop there was voting for your favourite car and later at the dinner., guess whose car was voted #1 car of the rally, OURS. Can’t argue with that.

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Sunday was just a short run to Berridale to finish the rally for those heading home today. All of our group were staying til Monday, so we kept driving to Jindabyne, back through Dalgety then a back road to Cooma. We love this road through wide open Monaro plains and bushy hills.

It also goes through what must have been an old settlement, with a lovely old church and a very impressive house which just happened to be for sale at the moment. The little car looks good parked outside, doesn’t it?

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Monday morning was frosty again and we left earlier so it was a bit chilly. I started thinking about how cold it will be on the bike when we leave on our BIG trip. It sooned warmed up though and we had another trouble-free run home. What a great little car, it only used about 2 litres of oil the first day, but it is still running in…

 

 

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There and back again…or…a tale of two dads

This time of year, every year, my father-in-law would attend a vintage car outing, bringing along as many of his Chevs as he could find friends and family to drive. Sadly, the legend that was Vic Boardman passed away two weeks ago at the age of 92. He was a lover of vintage cars and we got three of his Chevs out that had seen him off at his funeral last Friday and today were driven by his sons and grandsons. More family and friends joined in so that in all seven 1920’s Chevrolets set off for Mulgoa.

Ready to roll

Ready to roll

This is the car club’s picnic day with plenty of time to chat and catch up with old friends. The kids have races after lunch and there is a celebratory cake. Not many kids were there today so we might have to change that next year and bring all the grandkids.

It seems a long time since we had done any vintage motoring and pretty soon I remembered why we bought our own old car. We drew the short straw and drove the 1927 Chevy ‘farm ute’ which was the last car to be ‘restored’ and so ended up with all the dodgy parts.

It started OK, the take off was the smoothest clutch I have ever felt in an old car. It didn’t run real smoothly, but we soon found the problem, the choke was out, held on by a wooden peg. I did wonder what was the story with this accessory. A quick look under the bonnet fixed the choke and so we continued. A few miles up the road and going up a hill, it still was not running great, so we had to change back a gear. OOOOps the gear stick comes adrift!! How the hell are we supposed to change gears now. Not a problem, shove the gear stick back in the hole and keep it there. No wonder Grandpa is such a fixit guy, growing up with this stuff. Motoring along and all was fine until we realised that the road wasn’t so bumpy, the vibrations were coming from the universal joint that was going round and round but wasn’t exactly centred. That was when we began to wonder whether we would make it there and back again. I had gone against my better judgement and had not brought a book or my knitting to fill in those awkward minutes or hours where Grandpa would be fixing our car or someone elses onthe side of the road. Damn, at least we had a thermos and lunch.

And the stick came out!

And the stick came out!

We made it there and enjoyed the beautiful winters day that it was. Mulgoa is the village where my father is buried and I have not been to visit him for a few years. I thought today would be a good opportunity, so before we left, we went to St Thomas’s Anglican church  to see him.

St Thomas' church, Mulgoa

St Thomas’ church, Mulgoa

Great-great grandparents

Great-great grandparents

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Grandfather James Henry

Grandfather James Henry

Older sister Joan Maree

Older sister Joan Maree

 

 

 

 

 

 

Great grandparents

Great grandparents

 

 

 

All of dad’s family are buried here and we have visited this grave since I can remember. Today it was so bright and beautiful in the afternoon sun and it was good to see that the headstone had been straightened again. Salutations to two fathers in one day. Where would we be…

 

 

So we hopped back in the car to find our way home. Well, it wasn’t running any better on the homeward trip, we stopped, we pulled out the choke, we pushed the choke back in again, we cleaned out the carby, then the other bit of the carby, checked the points, the blah, then the blah and you get the picture. I’m over it by this time. The rest of the brains trust pulls up and tries to help but by this time it’s let’s just start off and hopefully make it home.

Tryin' to fix it

Tryin’ to fix it

2 heads are better than one

2 heads are better than one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We did and hopefully it will get fixed before someone else drives it next time. I suppose we will go again, same time, same place next year. It’s all fun!