Old Planes & Old Cars & Old Music

This morning we packed the car full of food and headed off, not to swimming as the boys have colds, but we started in that direction at Parafield Airport for the Antique and Classic Aircraft Fly-In. We had the pleasure of Keith Martin's voice droning in the background with his "expert" opinion, except when they started up the Allison engine. We were right next to it at the time, waiting for a chance to do this:



EJ was happy to get in "by MYSELF" while Liam asked the supervisor good technical questions about how fast it went and does this bit come off when the pilot ejects. This plane actually crashed at Tullamarine and when it was supposed to be getting retrieved, the lifting equipment broke and the plane was trashed. It has been lovingly restored.

This one was Liam's instant favourite because it has machine guns:



He also had to check how this engine worked:


Then we hopped back in the car with the snacks and lunch and headed for the hills - the Rock 'n' Roll Rendezvous at the Birdwood Motor Museum.

The first thing the boys had to do was drive! EJ didn't meet the height requirements so he had to be a passenger but I could tell by his face that he didn't mind much; Liam barely met the height requirements but was still the best driver on the track. There were four or five cars and two had adults driving. Two cars hit each other and stalled every time they got to the corner and once I saw Liam coming up behind them and waited for the pile up, but he drove around! The girl in the red car decided she was going to catch up to the boys and chased them for two laps, but never caught them, so Liam has speed and accuracy! They jumped off so excited at the end because they won!! (I don't know if it was actually a race or how they knew they'd won, but they most certainly did).


Liam pointed out that The Blue Comets are wearing the wrong colour, and I got an unexpectedly ...er... detailed shot of the people dancing:

Slightly artistic ones:

And then we rode home on a worm.**
The end.
Of the story, not the worm.

**Some parts of that sentence may not be entirely true, but it was a neat ending to my story. Like, "And then I woke up and it was aaaaaallllllllllllllll a dream". The end.

PS: On the way home (which may have been either on a worm or in the car):

Liam: Mum, can I go bungee jumping?
Me: Noooooooooo! It can damage your joints and spine and eyeballs and brain...
Liam: How?
Me: It jolts you at the bottom.
EJ: (shocked voice) "It WHATS up your bum?!"

It's hard to drive through the hills (via car or worm) when you're laughing so much you're crying!