FE Holden . . .

 The old FE sitting out in the sun for a bit of a warm up before being shipped off to Griff's Upholstery shop . . .

No sooner was these two gone and Hodgey was sneaking a couple more in the door. Geez there's more work in there than you can point ten bloody sticks at, as well as my HJ Prem that I've been sneaking a few parts on to and throwing a couple of cans of rattle can black at the steering column and intermediate shaft. If I get caught playing around I'll get bloody shafted all right, size 11 steel cap right up the arse. . .