It seems old rivalries run deep.
It happened on a teams chat. A colleague is heading off the Bathurst in a couple of weeks. If this floats their boat, then all well and good. It's not to my liking, but I have friends who are into motorsport, just as I have friends who love the tennis. I spent most of the last two weeks of January sticking my fingers in my ears and singing "lalalalala". Tennis holds no interest to me, but it doesn't stop other people from enjoying it.
Anyway, the conversation got going.
Said Bathurst attendee said they were going to be with the ferals on the hill.
I took this a time for some gentle ribbing, typing 'Bogans of Bathurst' into google to see what comes up. It bore gold.
I then mentioned that I has a friend who went every year to Bathurst and she's lovely. When asked what that entailed, I mentioned that there was a lot of Holden merch worn.
The rebuttal was they don't make Holdens anymore, and maybe we should change allegiances.
"NO!"
"NEVER!"
"I'd rather send a Fiat round the track."
"And hope it rains so the electrics bugger up."
Another colleague hinted that they were on the side of the Ford.
We Holden fans are considering if we can still be friends. It's like finding out one of your friends is a Collingwood or Port Adelaide supporter.
But it's this allegiance to a motor car, that hasn't been around for a very long time surprised me. It's somewhat cellular in nature and not going anywhere in a hurry, even after fifty years.
I just like Holdens because I used to have one and I liked the red of their jacket.
Go figure.
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