I heard a story (circa 1990's) about some guys in an old Holden Sandman panel-van like seen below...
They were from Sydney and drove south west to Adelaide (1000 miles each way) to score a pound or two. They thought they were smart by hiding the weed in the spare wheel compartment (in the rear valance behind the licence plate).
Now a Holden Sandman regardless of whether it has a mural on the side or not; is a car that screams to Mr Pious Plod "I'm am a pot smoking hippie and I've come to collect your daughter" and were travelling between two cities known for it's pot trade.
Needless to say, a couple of cluey cops pulled them over to check their bonafides and noticed the spare wheel sitting in the back and not in it's usual spot. Lets just say that Sydney was a few pounds light on happiness that week.
@LandofMinos, is back to bake your cake.: That is so f'in awesome. Why didn't they make those here? Although I might take mine with Warrior Princess or Unicorn and Maiden theme. Is that the same as the orange one in Mad Max?
well, my dad liked to tell the tale of his post WW2 days bootlegging in still-dry Oklahoma from Kansas in a Cord 810 Beverly sedan. He bought it for $25 but sadly it sank in a Louisiana swamp when his friend took it for a date.
Gotta appreciate that entrepreneurial spirit and good ol' American know-how. I'm sure your forebearers would be proud to know you're carrying on the family traditions, one way or another!
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Sad but true. As a Jag and MG owner, even a septum destroying cocaine habit is cheaper than owning a British car. Only good career choices have kept me off my knees for the love of my cars.
@JaguarChick: Uncle Dirty Duck made good, good money as a British car mechanic- way more than he ever made in the penumbral economy. He never thought of his customers as suckers, in spite of the vast sums they'd have to spend to keep their machines running; they were wise consumers who understood that sometimes true quality isn't cheap.
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And rolled up short sleeves when there is snow on the ground? Dude, you aren't supposed to be your own best customer!
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They were from Sydney and drove south west to Adelaide (1000 miles each way) to score a pound or two. They thought they were smart by hiding the weed in the spare wheel compartment (in the rear valance behind the licence plate).
Now a Holden Sandman regardless of whether it has a mural on the side or not; is a car that screams to Mr Pious Plod "I'm am a pot smoking hippie and I've come to collect your daughter" and were travelling between two cities known for it's pot trade.
Needless to say, a couple of cluey cops pulled them over to check their bonafides and noticed the spare wheel sitting in the back and not in it's usual spot. Lets just say that Sydney was a few pounds light on happiness that week.
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Ford Sundowner, Chrysler Drifter, and the most remembered Holden Sandman.
Commercial vehicles with velour velvet trim where the tools and products normally go.
All were available with V8's and floor shifted 4 speeds.
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This strongly suggests he might have been dipping into the cargo a bit along the way.
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Sad but true. As a Jag and MG owner, even a septum destroying cocaine habit is cheaper than owning a British car. Only good career choices have kept me off my knees for the love of my cars.
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