Why do you bleed blue?

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Over the past few months, the Ford badge has taken a hit, the closing of local manufacturing has divided the blue oval bunch. Some have indicated to abandon Ford for there own reason, others, will stick by the Blue Oval...


So, whats your story? Why do you bleed blue?

Now, lets be insightful, not just "becuze fordz r teh best" etc...



To start, my story.



Looking back as far as I can remember, my first real experiences with anything automotive would be helping my dad rub some shine into the vinyl roof of his TE Cortina with some boot polish, and the long trips up and down the coast in the trusty ol' girl. Little memories like that, the Corty in the drive way with Midnight oil or AC/DC playing as dad kept her in top condition.

After that, they updated to an EA...lowly CFI, but still, as a kid it had aircon so it was cool. This also happened to be the first car I ever drove, only for a brief moment, as they again updated to a S3 AU. Possibly this could be why I have a soft spot for those eras...having owned a ED and now an AU my self.


My dad also happened to work at a for dealer, pretty much my whole life he as been a spare parts interpreter, and often mum would drag us down to the shop as we picked him up, some day's i'd wonder in to go find him, and surrounded by posters of XR8's and things like that, fresh new Falcons on the car lot.

Dad working at the dealership also meant that I always had a few posters on my wall (including a huge 1.5 meter Louisville poster) and a few hats. Some of my favourite hats are my Ford credit hat (complete with stitched Seton signature) and my "gone somewhere" Au-era XR falcon promo hat...speaking of Seton, still have a poster of his EL, plus Dickie and Bowe's EF's.

Another fond memory of the dealership was one day etched in my mind, when the Venom XR8 ute made an appearance for the Country Music Festival. Nothing more can be said that tin shed + insanely loud Windsor defiantly left its mark.

I also vaguely remember dad and his mate's watching Bathurst under the car-port, and some weet-bix (or was it Kellogg's something) collector cards with various racing cars of that era...and night races with Dickies EF-EL's brakes glowing as they thunder round the track.

Of course, as you get older and buy more magazines, books etc, you find the world of fords, GT40's, Mustangs, Torino's etc...


But I have to say, its probably my dad who set me down the path as a ford fan, the rest just snowballed.


That's it from me