WELLS, Allan

WELLS, Allan


04/01/1947 – 01/05/2020
73 Wonderful Years

Service to be held on:
Monday 11 May, 12pm

For those who cannot be there with loved ones, please watch the service below.

THE 48-215 – A Dedication to a Lifelong Love

It’s standing right outside my house. Just like it’s yesterday. And all the years and all the tears have faded clean away, and I am young and bullet-proof and this is not a dream, she’s standing there – a vision – wrapped in shiny Gawler Cream

Four door sedan, front engine and three speed column shift. Six seater. Couldn’t beat ‘er – cruisin’ chicks. You get my drift? Bench seats and round the corners, your girl’d slide right over and your heart is running faster than a bloody Hawthorne rover.

No heating or demisting – well, what are windows for? Extras – spats and rubber mats; a dipper on the floor. Red leather seats and door trim and a rear venetian blind. No side mirrors (and no seat belts) just one tail light, right behind.

We had good ways, back in those days. That car was really neat. It didn’t say to ‘Buckle up!’ the carton on the seat. You would drive with one arm hanging out and one arm ‘round your sheila. You knew you had ‘er in that car. No-one ‘d ever steal ‘er.

Now, first gear had no synchro, so if signs said stop, you’d STOP to avoid a chance encounter with a sneaky bloody cop. No lights to flash, no blinkers – your arm would show ‘em how. Straight meant right and bent meant stop and a finger? Same as now.

THE 48-215 – A Dedication to a Lifelong Love (cont’d)

The horn was half a chrome ring. You could beep with just your thumb. Designed to have you looking cool. That Holden mob weren’t dumb. The window winders really worked. No modern ones for me – you press and press and cannot guess wherever it will be.

The air scoop was adjustable. She’d a wind off petrol cap and a gathered leather pocket where you always kept your map. The little flipper windows were as practical as hell. The cool air came in quickly and they saved you juice as well. When you opened up the boot, the spare was standing up saluting in the wheel well over on the side. How’s that for high falutin’? Mum’s tartan picnic blanket went wherever I would go. I always kept it in the boot. Well, you know, you never know….

She had lever-action shockies and from the front suspension. Six cylinder, sixty horse power and real leather, did I mention She was sleek and cool and classy and oh boy, did she have power!? Down the Bulli Pass once, we made sixty miles an hour!!

The windscreen was divided.Wipers slowed down up a hill. Handbrake pulled out from the dash. Oh heck, I see her still. On the shelf behind the back seat, the nodding doggy sat and flyin’ from the aerial, half a Davy Crockett hat.

Elbow out the window, Hank Williams on the air, pedal to metal and the world just wasn’t there. So raise your glasses, drink a toast, the best car you could drive – the Aussie bloody Holden, the Four Eight Two One Five.


Wherever a beautiful soul has been, there is a trail of beautiful memories