On the Sunday, indulged my passion for cheese at Fonti Farm.
Parked next to this gorgeous thing:
1960 Chevy Bel Air.
The guy who owned it let me sit in it for a while.
At the other end of the scale, I also saw this parked in Margaret River:
Cross between a Mitsubishi wagon and a lavatory brush.
Wicked Campers rent these out to impecunious hippies travelling around Oz -- this sort of crap.
As if there weren't enough of the hairy-arsed buggers in MR already.
Sledge