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A new custodian for this well loved Monaro.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Most classic car owners can pinpoint the exact time & place the “BUG” bit them. For many of us, that seed was sown when we were young whippersnappers. Following our dad, older brother or even our uncle into their garages & being blown away buy that car, sitting there in all its glory.
For me it was my older cousins, these guys were my original influencers. They would buy old cars, “Do them up” then flog the living daylights out of them. When that car blew a diff or shot a piston through the block, it was simply dragged into the paddock & turned into a parts car.
My own Monaro’s story started in the far outskirts of Sydney. I still remember as a 10 year old in the early 80’s, walking up to a red HQ Monaro in my cousin's shed & thinking, what the hell is that? Growing up on a farm, we thought riding our modified dragster pushies was the ultimate ride. But when I saw this Monaro for the first time, it looked like it belonged to NASA. From that moment on I knew one day, I’d have to have one. I just didn't think it would take 40 years. Good things come to those who wait.
2020, I could no longer wait. It was time to pull the trigger & buy that Monaro I've been dreaming of. The first step was selling my two classic Holdens - EJ Premier & FB Utility. That's easier said than done. Classic car owners know they are more than just a car, they are a massive part of who we are & our emotional connection to them runs deep. Especially when you pour so much blood, sweat & tears into them.
Then I made it my sole mission in life to find a good honest example of a HQ GTS coupe. Every spare second was used in the search. My secret weapon was my mate Darren, who has the incredible knack of walking up to any Monaro & within 5 minutes be shaking his head, saying it's a rust bucket - lets go. Darren has restored his own HQ Monaro & knew them inside out.
We spent countless hours discussing potential candidates. Dissecting photos, trying to deconstruct the factitious & elaborate stories, sellers would tell us about their Monaro. We looked at cars in Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, Cairns, Perth, Brisbane & even Dubbo, where we encountered hillbillies with guns.
16 agonising months later, I was in the right place at the right time. A post popped up on Facebook. “My neighbour has this HQ GTS Coupe, he's thinking of selling & we want to get a gauge on the price” was how the post read. Within an hour the author Peter removed the post as it went ballistic with potential buyers jumping over each other. Just by chance I saw the post & contacted Peter immediately. We started messaging each other but I knew it was important to actually speak to him on the phone. Peter gave me the background on the Monaro - “Karen has owned it since 1979, she has really looked after it. It’s very original & honest. The interior is all original & was painted in 2000”.
Peter soon started to interview me. Who are you? Why do you want to buy this car? What will you do with it? What's your car background? It didn't occur to me at the time, but Peter had instructions from owner Karen, to find the next custodian of her Monaro. Someone who would respect, cherish & look after her pride & joy.
Over the next few months I continued the conversation with Pete, there were a bunch of other people also chasing the Monaro, but I must have said the right things as it soon became clear I was the front runner. It took 3 long months before I finally spoke with Karen’s husband Garry. We spoke over the phone for more than an hour, I was nervous as hell, but it was lovely, I felt an instant connection. We set a price & a date on when we could come to buy the car. Garry informed me the Monaro hadn’t been driven much since 2000, so he wanted to prepare the GTS, especially as we wanted to drive it back to Sydney from Geelong, where they lived.
FInally after 4 months of talks with Peter & Garry, I landed in Avalon airport Victoria with my trusty wingman Darren. I remember clearly seeing the Monaro for the first time in the flesh. Owner Karen stood by her side & you could see the reality of selling her beloved Monaro was setting in. I greeted her with a warm hug, it’s a moment that will live long in my heart.
Most people say don't let your emotions get in the way when buying a classic car. But to me, emotions are a big part of the journey. We left the airport with Karen driving the Monaro, I could tell instantly she was emotionally & physically connected to the GTS. Every little action came second nature to her. The gear change, the clutch, navigating through tight bends, it was such a pleasure to watch her in sync with the Monaro. “It's my beast!” Joyfully she informed me.
Along that drive, I wanted Karen to know this was not just another transaction for me, I understood the connection she has to the Monaro & I felt a great sense of responsibility in taking over the ownership from her. As my words rolled out, Karen's tears ran down her face & the morning sun shone through the GTS’s windscreen, I'm pretty sure she understood my message.
After the deal was done & a lovely morning tea, we pulled out of Karren’s driveway. I looked across to Darren & we burst out laughing. It was a massive relief. We did it! The dream has come true. “Look out, two middle aged men in a Monaro” was my laughing comment. But the sobering reality of 950 km that lay ahead of us, on our journey back to Sydney was our next hurdle.
Most classic cars, if you listen, will be communicating to you as you drive them. From the moment we left Geelong, the Monaro was singing to us with it’s dulcet tones of the 308 V8. For the entire 10+ hours, we never bored of its melody.
To Garry & Karen’s credit, the Monaro didn’t miss a beat. It chewed up the kilometers like a hungry kid eating their Fruit Loops. The 308 Holden engine lived up to its legendary status as one of the best ever Holden motors produced. Garry had generously loaded up the Monaro’s huge boot with an abundance of spare bits & pieces that thankfully we never needed.
I feel very privileged to own such an iconic piece of our Australian motoring history. It's a very special feeling being handed someone's pride & joy. A car that has been the fabric of another person's life. A machine that’s been central to so many wonderful memories & experiences. A car that can make you happy by the simple act of driving it. Having been chosen to extend & continue the legacy of this amazing Monaro is certainly a task I don't take lightly. Thanks Karen, your “Beast” is in good hands.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Specifications
308ci V8
4 Speed M20
Disc Front & Drums Back
A new custodian for this well loved Monaro.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Most classic car owners can pinpoint the exact time & place the “BUG” bit them. For many of us, that seed was sown when we were young whippersnappers. Following our dad, older brother or even our uncle into their garages & being blown away buy that car, sitting there in all its glory.
For me it was my older cousins, these guys were my original influencers. They would buy old cars, “Do them up” then flog the living daylights out of them. When that car blew a diff or shot a piston through the block, it was simply dragged into the paddock & turned into a parts car.
My own Monaro’s story started in the far outskirts of Sydney. I still remember as a 10 year old in the early 80’s, walking up to a red HQ Monaro in my cousin's shed & thinking, what the hell is that? Growing up on a farm, we thought riding our modified dragster pushies was the ultimate ride. But when I saw this Monaro for the first time, it looked like it belonged to NASA. From that moment on I knew one day, I’d have to have one. I just didn't think it would take 40 years. Good things come to those who wait.
2020, I could no longer wait. It was time to pull the trigger & buy that Monaro I've been dreaming of. The first step was selling my two classic Holdens - EJ Premier & FB Utility. That's easier said than done. Classic car owners know they are more than just a car, they are a massive part of who we are & our emotional connection to them runs deep. Especially when you pour so much blood, sweat & tears into them.
Then I made it my sole mission in life to find a good honest example of a HQ GTS coupe. Every spare second was used in the search. My secret weapon was my mate Darren, who has the incredible knack of walking up to any Monaro & within 5 minutes be shaking his head, saying it's a rust bucket - lets go. Darren has restored his own HQ Monaro & knew them inside out.
We spent countless hours discussing potential candidates. Dissecting photos, trying to deconstruct the factitious & elaborate stories, sellers would tell us about their Monaro. We looked at cars in Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, Cairns, Perth, Brisbane & even Dubbo, where we encountered hillbillies with guns.
16 agonising months later, I was in the right place at the right time. A post popped up on Facebook. “My neighbour has this HQ GTS Coupe, he's thinking of selling & we want to get a gauge on the price” was how the post read. Within an hour the author Peter removed the post as it went ballistic with potential buyers jumping over each other. Just by chance I saw the post & contacted Peter immediately. We started messaging each other but I knew it was important to actually speak to him on the phone. Peter gave me the background on the Monaro - “Karen has owned it since 1979, she has really looked after it. It’s very original & honest. The interior is all original & was painted in 2000”.
Peter soon started to interview me. Who are you? Why do you want to buy this car? What will you do with it? What's your car background? It didn't occur to me at the time, but Peter had instructions from owner Karen, to find the next custodian of her Monaro. Someone who would respect, cherish & look after her pride & joy.
Over the next few months I continued the conversation with Pete, there were a bunch of other people also chasing the Monaro, but I must have said the right things as it soon became clear I was the front runner. It took 3 long months before I finally spoke with Karen’s husband Garry. We spoke over the phone for more than an hour, I was nervous as hell, but it was lovely, I felt an instant connection. We set a price & a date on when we could come to buy the car. Garry informed me the Monaro hadn’t been driven much since 2000, so he wanted to prepare the GTS, especially as we wanted to drive it back to Sydney from Geelong, where they lived.
FInally after 4 months of talks with Peter & Garry, I landed in Avalon airport Victoria with my trusty wingman Darren. I remember clearly seeing the Monaro for the first time in the flesh. Owner Karen stood by her side & you could see the reality of selling her beloved Monaro was setting in. I greeted her with a warm hug, it’s a moment that will live long in my heart.
Most people say don't let your emotions get in the way when buying a classic car. But to me, emotions are a big part of the journey. We left the airport with Karen driving the Monaro, I could tell instantly she was emotionally & physically connected to the GTS. Every little action came second nature to her. The gear change, the clutch, navigating through tight bends, it was such a pleasure to watch her in sync with the Monaro. “It's my beast!” Joyfully she informed me.
Along that drive, I wanted Karen to know this was not just another transaction for me, I understood the connection she has to the Monaro & I felt a great sense of responsibility in taking over the ownership from her. As my words rolled out, Karen's tears ran down her face & the morning sun shone through the GTS’s windscreen, I'm pretty sure she understood my message.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Specifications
308ci V8
4 Speed M20
Disc Front & Drums Back
A new custodian for this well loved Monaro.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Most classic car owners can pinpoint the exact time & place the “BUG” bit them. For many of us, that seed was sown when we were young whippersnappers. Following our dad, older brother or even our uncle into their garages & being blown away buy that car, sitting there in all its glory.
For me it was my older cousins, these guys were my original influencers. They would buy old cars, “Do them up” then flog the living daylights out of them. When that car blew a diff or shot a piston through the block, it was simply dragged into the paddock & turned into a parts car.
My own Monaro’s story started in the far outskirts of Sydney. I still remember as a 10 year old in the early 80’s, walking up to a red HQ Monaro in my cousin's shed & thinking, what the hell is that? Growing up on a farm, we thought riding our modified dragster pushies was the ultimate ride. But when I saw this Monaro for the first time, it looked like it belonged to NASA. From that moment on I knew one day, I’d have to have one. I just didn't think it would take 40 years. Good things come to those who wait.
2020, I could no longer wait. It was time to pull the trigger & buy that Monaro I've been dreaming of. The first step was selling my two classic Holdens - EJ Premier & FB Utility. That's easier said than done. Classic car owners know they are more than just a car, they are a massive part of who we are & our emotional connection to them runs deep. Especially when you pour so much blood, sweat & tears into them.
Then I made it my sole mission in life to find a good honest example of a HQ GTS coupe. Every spare second was used in the search. My secret weapon was my mate Darren, who has the incredible knack of walking up to any Monaro & within 5 minutes be shaking his head, saying it's a rust bucket - lets go. Darren has restored his own HQ Monaro & knew them inside out.
We spent countless hours discussing potential candidates. Dissecting photos, trying to deconstruct the factitious & elaborate stories, sellers would tell us about their Monaro. We looked at cars in Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, Cairns, Perth, Brisbane & even Dubbo, where we encountered hillbillies with guns.
16 agonising months later, I was in the right place at the right time. A post popped up on Facebook. “My neighbour has this HQ GTS Coupe, he's thinking of selling & we want to get a gauge on the price” was how the post read. Within an hour the author Peter removed the post as it went ballistic with potential buyers jumping over each other. Just by chance I saw the post & contacted Peter immediately. We started messaging each other but I knew it was important to actually speak to him on the phone. Peter gave me the background on the Monaro - “Karen has owned it since 1979, she has really looked after it. It’s very original & honest. The interior is all original & was painted in 2000”.
Peter soon started to interview me. Who are you? Why do you want to buy this car? What will you do with it? What's your car background? It didn't occur to me at the time, but Peter had instructions from owner Karen, to find the next custodian of her Monaro. Someone who would respect, cherish & look after her pride & joy.
Over the next few months I continued the conversation with Pete, there were a bunch of other people also chasing the Monaro, but I must have said the right things as it soon became clear I was the front runner. It took 3 long months before I finally spoke with Karen’s husband Garry. We spoke over the phone for more than an hour, I was nervous as hell, but it was lovely, I felt an instant connection. We set a price & a date on when we could come to buy the car. Garry informed me the Monaro hadn’t been driven much since 2000, so he wanted to prepare the GTS, especially as we wanted to drive it back to Sydney from Geelong, where they lived.
FInally after 4 months of talks with Peter & Garry, I landed in Avalon airport Victoria with my trusty wingman Darren. I remember clearly seeing the Monaro for the first time in the flesh. Owner Karen stood by her side & you could see the reality of selling her beloved Monaro was setting in. I greeted her with a warm hug, it’s a moment that will live long in my heart.
Most people say don't let your emotions get in the way when buying a classic car. But to me, emotions are a big part of the journey. We left the airport with Karen driving the Monaro, I could tell instantly she was emotionally & physically connected to the GTS. Every little action came second nature to her. The gear change, the clutch, navigating through tight bends, it was such a pleasure to watch her in sync with the Monaro. “It's my beast!” Joyfully she informed me.
Along that drive, I wanted Karen to know this was not just another transaction for me, I understood the connection she has to the Monaro & I felt a great sense of responsibility in taking over the ownership from her. As my words rolled out, Karen's tears ran down her face & the morning sun shone through the GTS’s windscreen, I'm pretty sure she understood my message.
A new custodian for this well loved Monaro.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Most classic car owners can pinpoint the exact time & place the “BUG” bit them. For many of us, that seed was sown when we were young whippersnappers. Following our dad, older brother or even our uncle into their garages & being blown away buy that car, sitting there in all its glory.
For me it was my older cousins, these guys were my original influencers. They would buy old cars, “Do them up” then flog the living daylights out of them. When that car blew a diff or shot a piston through the block, it was simply dragged into the paddock & turned into a parts car.
My own Monaro’s story started in the far outskirts of Sydney. I still remember as a 10 year old in the early 80’s, walking up to a red HQ Monaro in my cousin's shed & thinking, what the hell is that? Growing up on a farm, we thought riding our modified dragster pushies was the ultimate ride. But when I saw this Monaro for the first time, it looked like it belonged to NASA. From that moment on I knew one day, I’d have to have one. I just didn't think it would take 40 years. Good things come to those who wait.
2020, I could no longer wait. It was time to pull the trigger & buy that Monaro I've been dreaming of. The first step was selling my two classic Holdens - EJ Premier & FB Utility. That's easier said than done. Classic car owners know they are more than just a car, they are a massive part of who we are & our emotional connection to them runs deep. Especially when you pour so much blood, sweat & tears into them.
Then I made it my sole mission in life to find a good honest example of a HQ GTS coupe. Every spare second was used in the search. My secret weapon was my mate Darren, who has the incredible knack of walking up to any Monaro & within 5 minutes be shaking his head, saying it's a rust bucket - lets go. Darren has restored his own HQ Monaro & knew them inside out.
We spent countless hours discussing potential candidates. Dissecting photos, trying to deconstruct the factitious & elaborate stories, sellers would tell us about their Monaro. We looked at cars in Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, Cairns, Perth, Brisbane & even Dubbo, where we encountered hillbillies with guns.
16 agonising months later, I was in the right place at the right time. A post popped up on Facebook. “My neighbour has this HQ GTS Coupe, he's thinking of selling & we want to get a gauge on the price” was how the post read. Within an hour the author Peter removed the post as it went ballistic with potential buyers jumping over each other. Just by chance I saw the post & contacted Peter immediately. We started messaging each other but I knew it was important to actually speak to him on the phone. Peter gave me the background on the Monaro - “Karen has owned it since 1979, she has really looked after it. It’s very original & honest. The interior is all original & was painted in 2000”.
Peter soon started to interview me. Who are you? Why do you want to buy this car? What will you do with it? What's your car background? It didn't occur to me at the time, but Peter had instructions from owner Karen, to find the next custodian of her Monaro. Someone who would respect, cherish & look after her pride & joy.
Over the next few months I continued the conversation with Pete, there were a bunch of other people also chasing the Monaro, but I must have said the right things as it soon became clear I was the front runner. It took 3 long months before I finally spoke with Karen’s husband Garry. We spoke over the phone for more than an hour, I was nervous as hell, but it was lovely, I felt an instant connection. We set a price & a date on when we could come to buy the car. Garry informed me the Monaro hadn’t been driven much since 2000, so he wanted to prepare the GTS, especially as we wanted to drive it back to Sydney from Geelong, where they lived.
FInally after 4 months of talks with Peter & Garry, I landed in Avalon airport Victoria with my trusty wingman Darren. I remember clearly seeing the Monaro for the first time in the flesh. Owner Karen stood by her side & you could see the reality of selling her beloved Monaro was setting in. I greeted her with a warm hug, it’s a moment that will live long in my heart.
Most people say don't let your emotions get in the way when buying a classic car. But to me, emotions are a big part of the journey. We left the airport with Karen driving the Monaro, I could tell instantly she was emotionally & physically connected to the GTS. Every little action came second nature to her. The gear change, the clutch, navigating through tight bends, it was such a pleasure to watch her in sync with the Monaro. “It's my beast!” Joyfully she informed me.
Along that drive, I wanted Karen to know this was not just another transaction for me, I understood the connection she has to the Monaro & I felt a great sense of responsibility in taking over the ownership from her. As my words rolled out, Karen's tears ran down her face & the morning sun shone through the GTS’s windscreen, I'm pretty sure she understood my message.
A new custodian for this well loved Monaro.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Most classic car owners can pinpoint the exact time & place the “BUG” bit them. For many of us, that seed was sown when we were young whippersnappers. Following our dad, older brother or even our uncle into their garages & being blown away buy that car, sitting there in all its glory.
For me it was my older cousins, these guys were my original influencers. They would buy old cars, “Do them up” then flog the living daylights out of them. When that car blew a diff or shot a piston through the block, it was simply dragged into the paddock & turned into a parts car.
My own Monaro’s story started in the far outskirts of Sydney. I still remember as a 10 year old in the early 80’s, walking up to a red HQ Monaro in my cousin's shed & thinking, what the hell is that? Growing up on a farm, we thought riding our modified dragster pushies was the ultimate ride. But when I saw this Monaro for the first time, it looked like it belonged to NASA. From that moment on I knew one day, I’d have to have one. I just didn't think it would take 40 years. Good things come to those who wait.
2020, I could no longer wait. It was time to pull the trigger & buy that Monaro I've been dreaming of. The first step was selling my two classic Holdens - EJ Premier & FB Utility. That's easier said than done. Classic car owners know they are more than just a car, they are a massive part of who we are & our emotional connection to them runs deep. Especially when you pour so much blood, sweat & tears into them.
Then I made it my sole mission in life to find a good honest example of a HQ GTS coupe. Every spare second was used in the search. My secret weapon was my mate Darren, who has the incredible knack of walking up to any Monaro & within 5 minutes be shaking his head, saying it's a rust bucket - lets go. Darren has restored his own HQ Monaro & knew them inside out.
We spent countless hours discussing potential candidates. Dissecting photos, trying to deconstruct the factitious & elaborate stories, sellers would tell us about their Monaro. We looked at cars in Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, Cairns, Perth, Brisbane & even Dubbo, where we encountered hillbillies with guns.
16 agonising months later, I was in the right place at the right time. A post popped up on Facebook. “My neighbour has this HQ GTS Coupe, he's thinking of selling & we want to get a gauge on the price” was how the post read. Within an hour the author Peter removed the post as it went ballistic with potential buyers jumping over each other. Just by chance I saw the post & contacted Peter immediately. We started messaging each other but I knew it was important to actually speak to him on the phone. Peter gave me the background on the Monaro - “Karen has owned it since 1979, she has really looked after it. It’s very original & honest. The interior is all original & was painted in 2000”.
Peter soon started to interview me. Who are you? Why do you want to buy this car? What will you do with it? What's your car background? It didn't occur to me at the time, but Peter had instructions from owner Karen, to find the next custodian of her Monaro. Someone who would respect, cherish & look after her pride & joy.
Over the next few months I continued the conversation with Pete, there were a bunch of other people also chasing the Monaro, but I must have said the right things as it soon became clear I was the front runner. It took 3 long months before I finally spoke with Karen’s husband Garry. We spoke over the phone for more than an hour, I was nervous as hell, but it was lovely, I felt an instant connection. We set a price & a date on when we could come to buy the car. Garry informed me the Monaro hadn’t been driven much since 2000, so he wanted to prepare the GTS, especially as we wanted to drive it back to Sydney from Geelong, where they lived.
FInally after 4 months of talks with Peter & Garry, I landed in Avalon airport Victoria with my trusty wingman Darren. I remember clearly seeing the Monaro for the first time in the flesh. Owner Karen stood by her side & you could see the reality of selling her beloved Monaro was setting in. I greeted her with a warm hug, it’s a moment that will live long in my heart.
Most people say don't let your emotions get in the way when buying a classic car. But to me, emotions are a big part of the journey. We left the airport with Karen driving the Monaro, I could tell instantly she was emotionally & physically connected to the GTS. Every little action came second nature to her. The gear change, the clutch, navigating through tight bends, it was such a pleasure to watch her in sync with the Monaro. “It's my beast!” Joyfully she informed me.
Along that drive, I wanted Karen to know this was not just another transaction for me, I understood the connection she has to the Monaro & I felt a great sense of responsibility in taking over the ownership from her. As my words rolled out, Karen's tears ran down her face & the morning sun shone through the GTS’s windscreen, I'm pretty sure she understood my message.
A new custodian for this well loved Monaro.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Most classic car owners can pinpoint the exact time & place the “BUG” bit them. For many of us, that seed was sown when we were young whippersnappers. Following our dad, older brother or even our uncle into their garages & being blown away buy that car, sitting there in all its glory.
For me it was my older cousins, these guys were my original influencers. They would buy old cars, “Do them up” then flog the living daylights out of them. When that car blew a diff or shot a piston through the block, it was simply dragged into the paddock & turned into a parts car.
My own Monaro’s story started in the far outskirts of Sydney. I still remember as a 10 year old in the early 80’s, walking up to a red HQ Monaro in my cousin's shed & thinking, what the hell is that? Growing up on a farm, we thought riding our modified dragster pushies was the ultimate ride. But when I saw this Monaro for the first time, it looked like it belonged to NASA. From that moment on I knew one day, I’d have to have one. I just didn't think it would take 40 years. Good things come to those who wait.
2020, I could no longer wait. It was time to pull the trigger & buy that Monaro I've been dreaming of. The first step was selling my two classic Holdens - EJ Premier & FB Utility. That's easier said than done. Classic car owners know they are more than just a car, they are a massive part of who we are & our emotional connection to them runs deep. Especially when you pour so much blood, sweat & tears into them.
Then I made it my sole mission in life to find a good honest example of a HQ GTS coupe. Every spare second was used in the search. My secret weapon was my mate Darren, who has the incredible knack of walking up to any Monaro & within 5 minutes be shaking his head, saying it's a rust bucket - lets go. Darren has restored his own HQ Monaro & knew them inside out.
We spent countless hours discussing potential candidates. Dissecting photos, trying to deconstruct the factitious & elaborate stories, sellers would tell us about their Monaro. We looked at cars in Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, Cairns, Perth, Brisbane & even Dubbo, where we encountered hillbillies with guns.
16 agonising months later, I was in the right place at the right time. A post popped up on Facebook. “My neighbour has this HQ GTS Coupe, he's thinking of selling & we want to get a gauge on the price” was how the post read. Within an hour the author Peter removed the post as it went ballistic with potential buyers jumping over each other. Just by chance I saw the post & contacted Peter immediately. We started messaging each other but I knew it was important to actually speak to him on the phone. Peter gave me the background on the Monaro - “Karen has owned it since 1979, she has really looked after it. It’s very original & honest. The interior is all original & was painted in 2000”.
Peter soon started to interview me. Who are you? Why do you want to buy this car? What will you do with it? What's your car background? It didn't occur to me at the time, but Peter had instructions from owner Karen, to find the next custodian of her Monaro. Someone who would respect, cherish & look after her pride & joy.
Over the next few months I continued the conversation with Pete, there were a bunch of other people also chasing the Monaro, but I must have said the right things as it soon became clear I was the front runner. It took 3 long months before I finally spoke with Karen’s husband Garry. We spoke over the phone for more than an hour, I was nervous as hell, but it was lovely, I felt an instant connection. We set a price & a date on when we could come to buy the car. Garry informed me the Monaro hadn’t been driven much since 2000, so he wanted to prepare the GTS, especially as we wanted to drive it back to Sydney from Geelong, where they lived.
FInally after 4 months of talks with Peter & Garry, I landed in Avalon airport Victoria with my trusty wingman Darren. I remember clearly seeing the Monaro for the first time in the flesh. Owner Karen stood by her side & you could see the reality of selling her beloved Monaro was setting in. I greeted her with a warm hug, it’s a moment that will live long in my heart.
Most people say don't let your emotions get in the way when buying a classic car. But to me, emotions are a big part of the journey. We left the airport with Karen driving the Monaro, I could tell instantly she was emotionally & physically connected to the GTS. Every little action came second nature to her. The gear change, the clutch, navigating through tight bends, it was such a pleasure to watch her in sync with the Monaro. “It's my beast!” Joyfully she informed me.
Along that drive, I wanted Karen to know this was not just another transaction for me, I understood the connection she has to the Monaro & I felt a great sense of responsibility in taking over the ownership from her. As my words rolled out, Karen's tears ran down her face & the morning sun shone through the GTS’s windscreen, I'm pretty sure she understood my message.
A new custodian for this well loved Monaro.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Most classic car owners can pinpoint the exact time & place the “BUG” bit them. For many of us, that seed was sown when we were young whippersnappers. Following our dad, older brother or even our uncle into their garages & being blown away buy that car, sitting there in all its glory.
For me it was my older cousins, these guys were my original influencers. They would buy old cars, “Do them up” then flog the living daylights out of them. When that car blew a diff or shot a piston through the block, it was simply dragged into the paddock & turned into a parts car.
My own Monaro’s story started in the far outskirts of Sydney. I still remember as a 10 year old in the early 80’s, walking up to a red HQ Monaro in my cousin's shed & thinking, what the hell is that? Growing up on a farm, we thought riding our modified dragster pushies was the ultimate ride. But when I saw this Monaro for the first time, it looked like it belonged to NASA. From that moment on I knew one day, I’d have to have one. I just didn't think it would take 40 years. Good things come to those who wait.
2020, I could no longer wait. It was time to pull the trigger & buy that Monaro I've been dreaming of. The first step was selling my two classic Holdens - EJ Premier & FB Utility. That's easier said than done. Classic car owners know they are more than just a car, they are a massive part of who we are & our emotional connection to them runs deep. Especially when you pour so much blood, sweat & tears into them.
Then I made it my sole mission in life to find a good honest example of a HQ GTS coupe. Every spare second was used in the search. My secret weapon was my mate Darren, who has the incredible knack of walking up to any Monaro & within 5 minutes be shaking his head, saying it's a rust bucket - lets go. Darren has restored his own HQ Monaro & knew them inside out.
We spent countless hours discussing potential candidates. Dissecting photos, trying to deconstruct the factitious & elaborate stories, sellers would tell us about their Monaro. We looked at cars in Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, Cairns, Perth, Brisbane & even Dubbo, where we encountered hillbillies with guns.
16 agonising months later, I was in the right place at the right time. A post popped up on Facebook. “My neighbour has this HQ GTS Coupe, he's thinking of selling & we want to get a gauge on the price” was how the post read. Within an hour the author Peter removed the post as it went ballistic with potential buyers jumping over each other. Just by chance I saw the post & contacted Peter immediately. We started messaging each other but I knew it was important to actually speak to him on the phone. Peter gave me the background on the Monaro - “Karen has owned it since 1979, she has really looked after it. It’s very original & honest. The interior is all original & was painted in 2000”.
Peter soon started to interview me. Who are you? Why do you want to buy this car? What will you do with it? What's your car background? It didn't occur to me at the time, but Peter had instructions from owner Karen, to find the next custodian of her Monaro. Someone who would respect, cherish & look after her pride & joy.
Over the next few months I continued the conversation with Pete, there were a bunch of other people also chasing the Monaro, but I must have said the right things as it soon became clear I was the front runner. It took 3 long months before I finally spoke with Karen’s husband Garry. We spoke over the phone for more than an hour, I was nervous as hell, but it was lovely, I felt an instant connection. We set a price & a date on when we could come to buy the car. Garry informed me the Monaro hadn’t been driven much since 2000, so he wanted to prepare the GTS, especially as we wanted to drive it back to Sydney from Geelong, where they lived.
FInally after 4 months of talks with Peter & Garry, I landed in Avalon airport Victoria with my trusty wingman Darren. I remember clearly seeing the Monaro for the first time in the flesh. Owner Karen stood by her side & you could see the reality of selling her beloved Monaro was setting in. I greeted her with a warm hug, it’s a moment that will live long in my heart.
Most people say don't let your emotions get in the way when buying a classic car. But to me, emotions are a big part of the journey. We left the airport with Karen driving the Monaro, I could tell instantly she was emotionally & physically connected to the GTS. Every little action came second nature to her. The gear change, the clutch, navigating through tight bends, it was such a pleasure to watch her in sync with the Monaro. “It's my beast!” Joyfully she informed me.
Along that drive, I wanted Karen to know this was not just another transaction for me, I understood the connection she has to the Monaro & I felt a great sense of responsibility in taking over the ownership from her. As my words rolled out, Karen's tears ran down her face & the morning sun shone through the GTS’s windscreen, I'm pretty sure she understood my message.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Specifications
308ci V8
4 Speed M20
Disc Front & Drums Back
A new custodian for this well loved Monaro.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
For me it was my older cousins, these guys were my original influencers. They would buy old cars, “Do them up” then flog the living daylights out of them. When that car blew a diff or shot a piston through the block, it was simply dragged into the paddock & turned into a parts car.
My own Monaro’s story started in the far outskirts of Sydney. I still remember as a 10 year old in the early 80’s, walking up to a red HQ Monaro in my cousin's shed & thinking, what the hell is that? Growing up on a farm, we thought riding our modified dragster pushies was the ultimate ride. But when I saw this Monaro for the first time, it looked like it belonged to NASA. From that moment on I knew one day, I’d have to have one. I just didn't think it would take 40 years. Good things come to those who wait.
2020, I could no longer wait. It was time to pull the trigger & buy that Monaro I've been dreaming of. The first step was selling my two classic Holdens - EJ Premier & FB Utility. That's easier said than done. Classic car owners know they are more than just a car, they are a massive part of who we are & our emotional connection to them runs deep. Especially when you pour so much blood, sweat & tears into them.
Then I made it my sole mission in life to find a good honest example of a HQ GTS coupe. Every spare second was used in the search. My secret weapon was my mate Darren, who has the incredible knack of walking up to any Monaro & within 5 minutes be shaking his head, saying it's a rust bucket - lets go. Darren has restored his own HQ Monaro & knew them inside out.
We spent countless hours discussing potential candidates. Dissecting photos, trying to deconstruct the factitious & elaborate stories, sellers would tell us about their Monaro. We looked at cars in Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, Cairns, Perth, Brisbane & even Dubbo, where we encountered hillbillies with guns.
16 agonising months later, I was in the right place at the right time. A post popped up on Facebook. “My neighbour has this HQ GTS Coupe, he's thinking of selling & we want to get a gauge on the price” was how the post read. Within an hour the author Peter removed the post as it went ballistic with potential buyers jumping over each other. Just by chance I saw the post & contacted Peter immediately. We started messaging each other but I knew it was important to actually speak to him on the phone. Peter gave me the background on the Monaro - “Karen has owned it since 1979, she has really looked after it. It’s very original & honest. The interior is all original & was painted in 2000”.
Peter soon started to interview me. Who are you? Why do you want to buy this car? What will you do with it? What's your car background? It didn't occur to me at the time, but Peter had instructions from owner Karen, to find the next custodian of her Monaro. Someone who would respect, cherish & look after her pride & joy.
Over the next few months I continued the conversation with Pete, there were a bunch of other people also chasing the Monaro, but I must have said the right things as it soon became clear I was the front runner. It took 3 long months before I finally spoke with Karen’s husband Garry. We spoke over the phone for more than an hour, I was nervous as hell, but it was lovely, I felt an instant connection. We set a price & a date on when we could come to buy the car. Garry informed me the Monaro hadn’t been driven much since 2000, so he wanted to prepare the GTS, especially as we wanted to drive it back to Sydney from Geelong, where they lived.
FInally after 4 months of talks with Peter & Garry, I landed in Avalon airport Victoria with my trusty wingman Darren. I remember clearly seeing the Monaro for the first time in the flesh. Owner Karen stood by her side & you could see the reality of selling her beloved Monaro was setting in. I greeted her with a warm hug, it’s a moment that will live long in my heart.
Most people say don't let your emotions get in the way when buying a classic car. But to me, emotions are a big part of the journey. We left the airport with Karen driving the Monaro, I could tell instantly she was emotionally & physically connected to the GTS. Every little action came second nature to her. The gear change, the clutch, navigating through tight bends, it was such a pleasure to watch her in sync with the Monaro. “It's my beast!” Joyfully she informed me.
Along that drive, I wanted Karen to know this was not just another transaction for me, I understood the connection she has to the Monaro & I felt a great sense of responsibility in taking over the ownership from her. As my words rolled out, Karen's tears ran down her face & the morning sun shone through the GTS’s windscreen, I'm pretty sure she understood my message.
A new custodian for this well loved Monaro.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Most classic car owners can pinpoint the exact time & place the “BUG” bit them. For many of us, that seed was sown when we were young whippersnappers. Following our dad, older brother or even our uncle into their garages & being blown away buy that car, sitting there in all its glory.
For me it was my older cousins, these guys were my original influencers. They would buy old cars, “Do them up” then flog the living daylights out of them. When that car blew a diff or shot a piston through the block, it was simply dragged into the paddock & turned into a parts car.
My own Monaro’s story started in the far outskirts of Sydney. I still remember as a 10 year old in the early 80’s, walking up to a red HQ Monaro in my cousin's shed & thinking, what the hell is that? Growing up on a farm, we thought riding our modified dragster pushies was the ultimate ride. But when I saw this Monaro for the first time, it looked like it belonged to NASA. From that moment on I knew one day, I’d have to have one. I just didn't think it would take 40 years. Good things come to those who wait.
2020, I could no longer wait. It was time to pull the trigger & buy that Monaro I've been dreaming of. The first step was selling my two classic Holdens - EJ Premier & FB Utility. That's easier said than done. Classic car owners know they are more than just a car, they are a massive part of who we are & our emotional connection to them runs deep. Especially when you pour so much blood, sweat & tears into them.
Then I made it my sole mission in life to find a good honest example of a HQ GTS coupe. Every spare second was used in the search. My secret weapon was my mate Darren, who has the incredible knack of walking up to any Monaro & within 5 minutes be shaking his head, saying it's a rust bucket - lets go. Darren has restored his own HQ Monaro & knew them inside out.
We spent countless hours discussing potential candidates. Dissecting photos, trying to deconstruct the factitious & elaborate stories, sellers would tell us about their Monaro. We looked at cars in Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, Cairns, Perth, Brisbane & even Dubbo, where we encountered hillbillies with guns.
16 agonising months later, I was in the right place at the right time. A post popped up on Facebook. “My neighbour has this HQ GTS Coupe, he's thinking of selling & we want to get a gauge on the price” was how the post read. Within an hour the author Peter removed the post as it went ballistic with potential buyers jumping over each other. Just by chance I saw the post & contacted Peter immediately. We started messaging each other but I knew it was important to actually speak to him on the phone. Peter gave me the background on the Monaro - “Karen has owned it since 1979, she has really looked after it. It’s very original & honest. The interior is all original & was painted in 2000”.
Peter soon started to interview me. Who are you? Why do you want to buy this car? What will you do with it? What's your car background? It didn't occur to me at the time, but Peter had instructions from owner Karen, to find the next custodian of her Monaro. Someone who would respect, cherish & look after her pride & joy.
Over the next few months I continued the conversation with Pete, there were a bunch of other people also chasing the Monaro, but I must have said the right things as it soon became clear I was the front runner. It took 3 long months before I finally spoke with Karen’s husband Garry. We spoke over the phone for more than an hour, I was nervous as hell, but it was lovely, I felt an instant connection. We set a price & a date on when we could come to buy the car. Garry informed me the Monaro hadn’t been driven much since 2000, so he wanted to prepare the GTS, especially as we wanted to drive it back to Sydney from Geelong, where they lived.
FInally after 4 months of talks with Peter & Garry, I landed in Avalon airport Victoria with my trusty wingman Darren. I remember clearly seeing the Monaro for the first time in the flesh. Owner Karen stood by her side & you could see the reality of selling her beloved Monaro was setting in. I greeted her with a warm hug, it’s a moment that will live long in my heart.
Most people say don't let your emotions get in the way when buying a classic car. But to me, emotions are a big part of the journey. We left the airport with Karen driving the Monaro, I could tell instantly she was emotionally & physically connected to the GTS. Every little action came second nature to her. The gear change, the clutch, navigating through tight bends, it was such a pleasure to watch her in sync with the Monaro. “It's my beast!” Joyfully she informed me.
Along that drive, I wanted Karen to know this was not just another transaction for me, I understood the connection she has to the Monaro & I felt a great sense of responsibility in taking over the ownership from her. As my words rolled out, Karen's tears ran down her face & the morning sun shone through the GTS’s windscreen, I'm pretty sure she understood my message.
A new custodian for this well loved Monaro.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Most classic car owners can pinpoint the exact time & place the “BUG” bit them. For many of us, that seed was sown when we were young whippersnappers. Following our dad, older brother or even our uncle into their garages & being blown away buy that car, sitting there in all its glory.
For me it was my older cousins, these guys were my original influencers. They would buy old cars, “Do them up” then flog the living daylights out of them. When that car blew a diff or shot a piston through the block, it was simply dragged into the paddock & turned into a parts car.
My own Monaro’s story started in the far outskirts of Sydney. I still remember as a 10 year old in the early 80’s, walking up to a red HQ Monaro in my cousin's shed & thinking, what the hell is that? Growing up on a farm, we thought riding our modified dragster pushies was the ultimate ride. But when I saw this Monaro for the first time, it looked like it belonged to NASA. From that moment on I knew one day, I’d have to have one. I just didn't think it would take 40 years. Good things come to those who wait.
2020, I could no longer wait. It was time to pull the trigger & buy that Monaro I've been dreaming of. The first step was selling my two classic Holdens - EJ Premier & FB Utility. That's easier said than done. Classic car owners know they are more than just a car, they are a massive part of who we are & our emotional connection to them runs deep. Especially when you pour so much blood, sweat & tears into them.
Then I made it my sole mission in life to find a good honest example of a HQ GTS coupe. Every spare second was used in the search. My secret weapon was my mate Darren, who has the incredible knack of walking up to any Monaro & within 5 minutes be shaking his head, saying it's a rust bucket - lets go. Darren has restored his own HQ Monaro & knew them inside out.
We spent countless hours discussing potential candidates. Dissecting photos, trying to deconstruct the factitious & elaborate stories, sellers would tell us about their Monaro. We looked at cars in Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, Cairns, Perth, Brisbane & even Dubbo, where we encountered hillbillies with guns.
16 agonising months later, I was in the right place at the right time. A post popped up on Facebook. “My neighbour has this HQ GTS Coupe, he's thinking of selling & we want to get a gauge on the price” was how the post read. Within an hour the author Peter removed the post as it went ballistic with potential buyers jumping over each other. Just by chance I saw the post & contacted Peter immediately. We started messaging each other but I knew it was important to actually speak to him on the phone. Peter gave me the background on the Monaro - “Karen has owned it since 1979, she has really looked after it. It’s very original & honest. The interior is all original & was painted in 2000”.
Peter soon started to interview me. Who are you? Why do you want to buy this car? What will you do with it? What's your car background? It didn't occur to me at the time, but Peter had instructions from owner Karen, to find the next custodian of her Monaro. Someone who would respect, cherish & look after her pride & joy.
Over the next few months I continued the conversation with Pete, there were a bunch of other people also chasing the Monaro, but I must have said the right things as it soon became clear I was the front runner. It took 3 long months before I finally spoke with Karen’s husband Garry. We spoke over the phone for more than an hour, I was nervous as hell, but it was lovely, I felt an instant connection. We set a price & a date on when we could come to buy the car. Garry informed me the Monaro hadn’t been driven much since 2000, so he wanted to prepare the GTS, especially as we wanted to drive it back to Sydney from Geelong, where they lived.
FInally after 4 months of talks with Peter & Garry, I landed in Avalon airport Victoria with my trusty wingman Darren. I remember clearly seeing the Monaro for the first time in the flesh. Owner Karen stood by her side & you could see the reality of selling her beloved Monaro was setting in. I greeted her with a warm hug, it’s a moment that will live long in my heart.
Most people say don't let your emotions get in the way when buying a classic car. But to me, emotions are a big part of the journey. We left the airport with Karen driving the Monaro, I could tell instantly she was emotionally & physically connected to the GTS. Every little action came second nature to her. The gear change, the clutch, navigating through tight bends, it was such a pleasure to watch her in sync with the Monaro. “It's my beast!” Joyfully she informed me.
Along that drive, I wanted Karen to know this was not just another transaction for me, I understood the connection she has to the Monaro & I felt a great sense of responsibility in taking over the ownership from her. As my words rolled out, Karen's tears ran down her face & the morning sun shone through the GTS’s windscreen, I'm pretty sure she understood my message.
After the deal was done & a lovely morning tea, we pulled out of Karren’s driveway. I looked across to Darren & we burst out laughing. It was a massive relief. We did it! The dream has come true. “Look out, two middle aged men in a Monaro” was my laughing comment. But the sobering reality of 950 km that lay ahead of us, on our journey back to Sydney was our next hurdle.
Most classic cars, if you listen, will be communicating to you as you drive them. From the moment we left Geelong, the Monaro was singing to us with it’s dulcet tones of the 308 V8. For the entire 10+ hours, we never bored of its melody.
To Garry & Karen’s credit, the Monaro didn’t miss a beat. It chewed up the kilometers like a hungry kid eating their Fruit Loops. The 308 Holden engine lived up to its legendary status as one of the best ever Holden motors produced. Garry had generously loaded up the Monaro’s huge boot with an abundance of spare bits & pieces that thankfully we never needed.
I feel very privileged to own such an iconic piece of our Australian motoring history. It's a very special feeling being handed someone's pride & joy. A car that has been the fabric of another person's life. A machine that’s been central to so many wonderful memories & experiences. A car that can make you happy by the simple act of driving it. Having been chosen to extend & continue the legacy of this amazing Monaro is certainly a task I don't take lightly. Thanks Karen, your “Beast” is in good hands.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Specifications
308ci V8
4 Speed M20
Disc Front & Drums Back
A new custodian for this well loved Monaro.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Most classic car owners can pinpoint the exact time & place the “BUG” bit them. For many of us, that seed was sown when we were young whippersnappers. Following our dad, older brother or even our uncle into their garages & being blown away buy that car, sitting there in all its glory.
For me it was my older cousins, these guys were my original influencers. They would buy old cars, “Do them up” then flog the living daylights out of them. When that car blew a diff or shot a piston through the block, it was simply dragged into the paddock & turned into a parts car.
My own Monaro’s story started in the far outskirts of Sydney. I still remember as a 10 year old in the early 80’s, walking up to a red HQ Monaro in my cousin's shed & thinking, what the hell is that? Growing up on a farm, we thought riding our modified dragster pushies was the ultimate ride. But when I saw this Monaro for the first time, it looked like it belonged to NASA. From that moment on I knew one day, I’d have to have one. I just didn't think it would take 40 years. Good things come to those who wait.
2020, I could no longer wait. It was time to pull the trigger & buy that Monaro I've been dreaming of. The first step was selling my two classic Holdens - EJ Premier & FB Utility. That's easier said than done. Classic car owners know they are more than just a car, they are a massive part of who we are & our emotional connection to them runs deep. Especially when you pour so much blood, sweat & tears into them.
Then I made it my sole mission in life to find a good honest example of a HQ GTS coupe. Every spare second was used in the search. My secret weapon was my mate Darren, who has the incredible knack of walking up to any Monaro & within 5 minutes be shaking his head, saying it's a rust bucket - lets go. Darren has restored his own HQ Monaro & knew them inside out.
We spent countless hours discussing potential candidates. Dissecting photos, trying to deconstruct the factitious & elaborate stories, sellers would tell us about their Monaro. We looked at cars in Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, Cairns, Perth, Brisbane & even Dubbo, where we encountered hillbillies with guns.
16 agonising months later, I was in the right place at the right time. A post popped up on Facebook. “My neighbour has this HQ GTS Coupe, he's thinking of selling & we want to get a gauge on the price” was how the post read. Within an hour the author Peter removed the post as it went ballistic with potential buyers jumping over each other. Just by chance I saw the post & contacted Peter immediately. We started messaging each other but I knew it was important to actually speak to him on the phone. Peter gave me the background on the Monaro - “Karen has owned it since 1979, she has really looked after it. It’s very original & honest. The interior is all original & was painted in 2000”.
Peter soon started to interview me. Who are you? Why do you want to buy this car? What will you do with it? What's your car background? It didn't occur to me at the time, but Peter had instructions from owner Karen, to find the next custodian of her Monaro. Someone who would respect, cherish & look after her pride & joy.
Over the next few months I continued the conversation with Pete, there were a bunch of other people also chasing the Monaro, but I must have said the right things as it soon became clear I was the front runner. It took 3 long months before I finally spoke with Karen’s husband Garry. We spoke over the phone for more than an hour, I was nervous as hell, but it was lovely, I felt an instant connection. We set a price & a date on when we could come to buy the car. Garry informed me the Monaro hadn’t been driven much since 2000, so he wanted to prepare the GTS, especially as we wanted to drive it back to Sydney from Geelong, where they lived.
FInally after 4 months of talks with Peter & Garry, I landed in Avalon airport Victoria with my trusty wingman Darren. I remember clearly seeing the Monaro for the first time in the flesh. Owner Karen stood by her side & you could see the reality of selling her beloved Monaro was setting in. I greeted her with a warm hug, it’s a moment that will live long in my heart.
Most people say don't let your emotions get in the way when buying a classic car. But to me, emotions are a big part of the journey. We left the airport with Karen driving the Monaro, I could tell instantly she was emotionally & physically connected to the GTS. Every little action came second nature to her. The gear change, the clutch, navigating through tight bends, it was such a pleasure to watch her in sync with the Monaro. “It's my beast!” Joyfully she informed me.
Along that drive, I wanted Karen to know this was not just another transaction for me, I understood the connection she has to the Monaro & I felt a great sense of responsibility in taking over the ownership from her. As my words rolled out, Karen's tears ran down her face & the morning sun shone through the GTS’s windscreen, I'm pretty sure she understood my message.
After the deal was done & a lovely morning tea, we pulled out of Karren’s driveway. I looked across to Darren & we burst out laughing. It was a massive relief. We did it! The dream has come true. “Look out, two middle aged men in a Monaro” was my laughing comment. But the sobering reality of 950 km that lay ahead of us, on our journey back to Sydney was our next hurdle.
Most classic cars, if you listen, will be communicating to you as you drive them. From the moment we left Geelong, the Monaro was singing to us with it’s dulcet tones of the 308 V8. For the entire 10+ hours, we never bored of its melody.
To Garry & Karen’s credit, the Monaro didn’t miss a beat. It chewed up the kilometers like a hungry kid eating their Fruit Loops. The 308 Holden engine lived up to its legendary status as one of the best ever Holden motors produced. Garry had generously loaded up the Monaro’s huge boot with an abundance of spare bits & pieces that thankfully we never needed.
I feel very privileged to own such an iconic piece of our Australian motoring history. It's a very special feeling being handed someone's pride & joy. A car that has been the fabric of another person's life. A machine that’s been central to so many wonderful memories & experiences. A car that can make you happy by the simple act of driving it. Having been chosen to extend & continue the legacy of this amazing Monaro is certainly a task I don't take lightly. Thanks Karen, your “Beast” is in good hands.
1973 HQ GTS Monaro
Specifications
308ci V8
4 Speed M20
Disc Front & Drums Back
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