THE DULL HISTORICAL DICTATES OF HOLDEN HUMPIES, AWFUL AUSTINS, MINUSCULE MORRIES AND VAPID VAUXHALLS . . . . IN OZ OF THE SIXTIES, FOUR DOORS WERE BETTER THAN TWO.

Australians were myopically backward when it came to coupes/two-doors during the halcyon days of the late fifties and sixties, instead of embracing with alacrity some of the prettiest and coolest body styles to ever hit the road, they were, by and large, shunned . . . our mundane, Anglo-Celtic heritage much preferred the dull as piss family four door caper that had been traditionally established in the Antipodes over the preceding decades and as such, many of the period's most revered cars were never imported in any significant numbers . . . hell, we didn't even produce our own coupe until the HK Munro in '68 . . . anyhoo, that's history.

The US two-door '67 Fairlane body shape has always been a real love of mine, dating back to catching black and white glimpses of them on telly in Canberra in their tough-as-fuck Nascar livery, belting around the tri-ovals of Charlotte, Daytona and Darlington . . . my passion has been totally reignited by my bastard Blue Oval Freak friend, Andrew Comer, securing his own piece of automotive history recently, I so dig their sharp, clean lines, the look of the grille, the rear wheel arch and the hump behind the door just screamed 'tough' to a young boy at the time, such a perfect piece of design.