The first car I ever owned was a 1987 VL Commodore. I was 17 and my dad helped me buy it off eBay from a guy in Victoria. It cost exactly $1050 and dad flew down and drove it back up to Hervey Bay in Queensland where we lived, because I was still on my Ls. The car was a shade of brown that was completely incapable of appearing clean, no matter how much it was washed. I called him Vladimir.
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I drove that car until a blown head gasket and a number of other problems made it (seemingly, at the time) not worth the cost of repairing. I ‘sold’ it to the wreckers for $50, with which I bought a pair of shoes. This remains one of the biggest regrets of my entire life.
It’s only with the benefit of hindsight that we truly realise how good we had it. Sure, I loved the car when I had it — I loved pushing that little straight-six RB30 as fast as it could go driving into town for my 4am start at Woolies. But it wasn’t until years after the fact that I truly appreciated the sleek, majestic beauty of the car that I had let slip through my fingers.
Nothing will ever make me feel better about this.
Nothing except, perhaps, this VL Calais bed:
Pictured: Happiness. (Source: Facebook / Aussie Car Bed Co)
Tastefully lowered, elegantly outfitted with drag tires, this is the sort of luxurious bed that the great sultans of the Ottoman Empire would have slept on if the VL Commodore existed before 1922.
Pictured: Joy. (Source: Facebook / Aussie Car Bed Co)
Pictured: Bliss. (Source: Facebook / Aussie Car Bed Co)
This beautiful vehicle-bed was brought to my attention (and my vision board) today by the Facebook page Toughest Cars, but apparently it was made back in 2015, as a custom order for a kid (I assume) called Jaxson by a company very fittingly named the Aussie Car Bed Co.
The beds go for around the $600 – $700 mark depending on level of detail, which seems a small price to pay for having, frankly, the sickest fucken bed in the goddamn world.
