AMC ENTHUSIASTS

We keep asking our members to tell us your story so I thought I might inspire some of you  by re-telling mine. Most of the older members may remember reading this before but I hope you may still find it of interest.                              Dianne.

We bought our first Rambler way back in 1970. Alan thought he was going to look at a Studebaker but it turned out to be a 1963 Classic 660 Sedan.

Over the next few years we bought a total of 12 Ramblers and had only sold 3 by 1982 which left us with 9 ranging from 1963 to 1971. At that time a fellow Rambler Club member had found a White 1968 Javelin which he bought for his partner and started a restoration job on the car. Only half way through they decided to sell up and go bush so Alan & I grabbed the White car which is what started our love affair with Javelins and the rest is history.

We completed the restoration job that Geoff had started and got her registered in July 1982. After driving her a few times I decided that I just HAD to have one of my own so the hunt was on. At that time I was working for a company who’s head office was in Albury and one weekend when the boss was in Melbourne he called in and to our surprise announced that he knew where there was a Blue car the same as Alan’s. Needless to say we contacted the owner and in early 1983 he agreed to sell it to us and therein lies a tale of it’s own.

At 4.50pm Friday afternoon I rang the Bank manager and told him we would be in at 9am Monday for a loan to buy my car. We spent an anxious weekend preparing ourselves and the tandem trailer for the trip. Bank cheque in hand we left Melbourne at approx 10.30am headed for, of all places, Yackandandah. The weather bureau predicted a top of 36 degrees so we knew we were in for an uncomfortable trip. With the weather being so hot and it being such a long day we decided to take our dog, Dee, with us. A short distance out of Melbourne after offering her a drink of water we slowed down to toss the rest out the window and looked up in time to see 2 confused looking traffic cops who were probably wondering why we had crossed the amphometer doing 15 mph, thanks to Dee – no speeding fine.

It was getting on for 3pm when we finally arrived in Yackandandah to see “MY” new car in the main street waiting for us. We paid for her, loaded her on the trailer, purchased a few small tinnies and headed for the local river to cool off. Whilst sitting there we tuned into the Twin Cities radio station who’s announcer  cheerfully told us that it was 43 degrees…no wonder we were hot. After waiting for sundown and the oppressive heat to die down we headed for home in the relative cool of the evening with my new pride and joy, which was fitted with air conditioning, on the trailer being towed by Al’s Javelin which did NOT have air conditioning. We stopped half way home to buy food and were tempted to swap the cars around but as we didn’t know much about the blue car decided that may not be a good idea.

YackandandahMY 343, as she turned out to be, needed tyres, carpet, new paint and a windscreen. Believe it or not she ended up with 3 new windscreens which luckily in those days weren’t too hard to find. The weirdest one was when we opened the garage one morning to be greeted by a major cracked in the screen and the car hadn’t been driven for weeks??? Go figure…

Yackandandah rearPhotos taken in Yackandandah near the riverbank while we waited for the sun to die down.