This was mentioned in another thread early today.
Back in 2008 I was riding my Street Triple along the coast road close to home when I saw a Highway Patrol Officer with this ute and box trailer pulled over. It was a sight, so I went a couple of km up the road and did a U turn, as I hoped on the way back the police had just driven off so I stopped for a photo and a chat.
The story was that the car (I forget the details of year etc) was legal and the police found it all too hard to do anything about it. When it was new it had, no seat-belts, windscreen wipers, roof, etc, etc so it is legal to drive as it was back in the dark ages. The couple came from central Victoria and had come to a “Rat Car Show†in Sydney and were on the return journey. They had taken out first prize and had the trophy for “KING RAT†in the back, it’s a plastic rat on a pole and each year the winner has to add a piece of junk to the trophy and return it for the next show (see last photo).
They were nice people and about to set up camp for the night on the beach so I invited them home for a proper hot meal, shower and bed for the night. We had a good old laugh until late and the next morning after breakfast I saw them off, and that was that. It was just one of those memories that will stick in the old brain box till they send me up the chimney.
Back in 2008 I was riding my Street Triple along the coast road close to home when I saw a Highway Patrol Officer with this ute and box trailer pulled over. It was a sight, so I went a couple of km up the road and did a U turn, as I hoped on the way back the police had just driven off so I stopped for a photo and a chat.
The story was that the car (I forget the details of year etc) was legal and the police found it all too hard to do anything about it. When it was new it had, no seat-belts, windscreen wipers, roof, etc, etc so it is legal to drive as it was back in the dark ages. The couple came from central Victoria and had come to a “Rat Car Show†in Sydney and were on the return journey. They had taken out first prize and had the trophy for “KING RAT†in the back, it’s a plastic rat on a pole and each year the winner has to add a piece of junk to the trophy and return it for the next show (see last photo).
They were nice people and about to set up camp for the night on the beach so I invited them home for a proper hot meal, shower and bed for the night. We had a good old laugh until late and the next morning after breakfast I saw them off, and that was that. It was just one of those memories that will stick in the old brain box till they send me up the chimney.
Thanks for re-posting this. I tried to find the original thread, but to no avail.
