Holdens are in your blood.
In 1958 my father bought a three-year old FJ Special from a farmer at Narrogin in WA. Coming from his A40, A30s and Vauxhall Wyverns, the Holden was Dad’s first “proper car”. Compared with the others, the Holden was a huge advance in interior space, comfort, power and reliability. It became the family workhorse for the next 13 years. Its blooding was as field transport for a thesis in geology around Geraldton.
