Farewell my Love
Reminiscences from NZTODAY founder Allan Dick
For those who don’t know much about me, I have spent the past half-century writing about cars. I fell under the spell of the motor vehicle when I was 10 years of age. Firstly I collected pictures, cut from the newspapers, then I plagued car dealers looking for ‘pamphlets’ and then, at 15 years of age, the real thing.
As a teenager I was a V8 boy, a milk-bar cowboy of the era; noisy exhausts and driving with the devil. A sneer against society across my face.
Responsibility and respectability arrived when I started specialising in writing about cars.
From 1990 to about 2005 I was an automotive journalist ‘A-Lister’ and got invited to new-car launches in some of the most exotic places in the world. Up to a dozen times a year Allan Robert Dick was seated in the front end of a jetliner heading for five-star
