T
OURING England can be a wasteland for
an Aussie car enthusiast. The roads are filled
with grim, soulless hatchbacks, lacking in
real estate and powered by diesel. As spring
turns to summer, older ‘motors’ gradually
filter onto the busy, moist roads. But MGs,
Healeys and Anglias hardly a street machine make.
On my recent travels in the Motherland with my
kids, I did see a Calsonic-inspired R34 Skyline, a
late-model LHD Dodge Charger R/T, and absolutely
flipped my shit over a German-registered Opel
Kadett C (aka Holden Gemini). But homesickness
is a bitch. Until recently, we Aussies made some
bloody good cars – do the Poms know this?
Well, apparently some do. I hooked up with a crew
of crazy characters who can make the rare claim of
driving an Australian car in darkest Pomgolia.
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