FRONT END. ED’S NOTE

IT WAS ALMOST a bit spooky. After I left the office on the Monday night, about 9.30pm, I jumped on Melbourne’s Monash Freeway as per usual and up ahead, I spotted the small, faint rear tail-lights of an undeniably much older car. As I got closer, I recognised it was a Holden 48-215.

Squinting through tired eyes, I convoyed