November 2009
Bias. I've got plenty (especially when it comes to wagons). My first memory of watching the road whizz by through the floor of Pa's rusted out HR, comes from the era of milkmen and kerosene heaters, but, it was the HR's successor that really stuck with me. Myself and my two brothers spent many an hour in the back of our family's Renault 12 sedan, heading to the clan's camping spot in Mallacoota, on the eastern tip of Victoria. Between my parents thinly veiled misdirection that it (Mallacoota) was "just over the next hill" and the nervous wait for my older brother's inevitable submission to motion sickness, it is little wonder that I coveted the wide expanses of room in my Pa's HQ Holden Station Wagon. Towing a little fishing boat resplendent in matching burnt orange, for me, the Kingswood became a mythical beast holding unattainable regard (as well as an endless supply of tent pegs, poles, ropes and fishing rods). Everything after is trying to catch up.
I've had two wagons of my own and have also told white lies to my kids about just how far away our destination is (and paid the price). Interstate road trips, camping, bush tracks, picking up a new born from hospital as well as the mundane (but mostly necessary) day-to-day errands. My wagons and I have done it all. Who better then, to assess if Holden can still deliver on one of the most enduring members of Australia's automotive family?
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