Journal

The first car. The grind, the build, the theft. The scar that became the reason for all of this.

Some moments never leave you. Mine was a car park, a sound I didn't recognise, and a car I couldn't look away from.

The first wash of the GC8. Gran Turismo becoming real. A Sony boombox in the driveway. The family drawn out by the sound of the boxer engine.

Third year displaying. Fifth year attending. The weather app lied. The community showed up anyway.

Six years with the GC8. The bills, the drives, the decision. Some goodbyes take a long time to arrive.

Unmarked Melbourne 2026. Caribbean Park, Scoresby. Car culture in a place that once held family picnics. The black Honda S2000 that brought back Tekken Tag Tournament.

A 2005 Mitsubishi Lancer VRX. Eight years of uncomplicated joy, ended by a recall and a service department that didn't care.

The Mustang detour. The wrong answer to the right question. The salesman's line that closed the chapter.

The discovery of a 450km 2016 STI. A museum piece. A gentleman's handshake. The drive home.