HOW many of you “True Blue old-time Kiwi Hotrodders” can recall the story of Arohanui and Billy Big Time? No, not ringing any bells with ya yet; still scratching your noggin?
Well, it goes something like this. Back sometime in January 1967, a tall young fella named Bill with a North American accent arrived on the shores of NZ looking for some adventure.
He landed a job working for Joseph Lucas in Newmarket, taking phone orders for parts to be delivered to strange sounding places like Fen-you-a-pie. (Whenuapai).
Being a bit of a young larrikin, he was soon enjoying the locally brewed beer and attending more than a few flat parties. But, of course, a party isn’t a party without beer and girls, and before you know it, Bill had himself a lovely girlfriend called Joanne (Arohanui), who, as he was quick to find out, flatted on the same street as he did.
Towards the end of ’67, and now a couple, they headed
