Perth Australia Tuesday 11 October 2005.
7:50 AM and we pulled out onto Stock road ... we were nearing the end of the "last mile".
(I watched the film "The Green Mile" a few years ago this last ever drive in Australia drive has been known to me as the "last mile" ever since).
In the very last section the highway dips the rises both steeply and quickly till it threads its way over a blind crest.
We headed down the dip, a single "B" double truck was on the road before us front, the truck indicated for me to pass.
As I pulled out to pass the truck I could see that the normally busy highway was clear ahead, it was surreal in its self to see that empty road ahead during this the commuting hour..
So in the clear dawn sun light the Cleveland sucked in its last breath's of fresh and crisp spring morning air. Ignoring the 60 KPH signage I let the great legend of a car run loose, second gear and 5,500 RPM ... the Cleveland was blasting, barking .... hell yes ...screaming out an oh so glorious V8 symphony, heading for life in a museum did those 8 side pipes howl into the face of eternity "no ... God no ... send me back to the searing dry land of eternal silence and red dust"
Or was it the collective ghosts off every modified Australian car crying now with one voice... "You can take your bullsh*t Australian road registration laws and stuff them ...I am never coming back".
The final corner approached the V8 growled back down through the revs, and the moment had passed into history..
By 8:00 am it was in the container.
Got to say this has easily been the hardest replica of all to say goodbye to.
