Gathering early on a foggy knoll called Thalassas park, there was much exchanging of Bellettness which turned into a mini mechanics session for last minute checks and adjustments. Then it was off, down through the Southern Vales. Three mad mice on wheels cutting up the hills of the Fleurieu, buffeting strong winds at times, moments of sunshine, but mostly weather akin to Mt. Fuji on a drizzly, misty late Japanese autumn day, adding authenticity to the experiance.
3 Belletts rumbled into the destination, Goolwa Motor Museum, only for the owner to rush out the door in amazement of some patina he had not seen for many years. We ere welcomed into the foyer, which resembled a historic shrine of motoring and racing memorabilia. This dude had amazing pedegree and was keen to spin historic yarns of his itimate family connections to past local and national racing experiences. Then we were ushered into the main hanger which sports about 35 of the most unusual and rare vehicles through the ages as he has aquired them.
A quick lunch in the main street of Goolwa, and back into the saddle for another frenetically paced Bellettorama up the lower end of South Rd. At one point Oz and Josh parted into the fog, Dave and I peeling off to lob into Angove's cellar door. Well, surprise for Paul when these 2 GT's rocked up..
. He hosted us to some fine wine tastings and warm company. Congrats Paul, you have mastered a fine establishment, 
A quick cheerio, and 2 GT's were at it again, like a pair of wild hounds howling through Kangarilla, back to Dave's cave.
I finally got home to the other side of town, a bit pooped, but totally high off the day.
p.s. forgot my camera
but Dave and Oz were wielding their high tech units anyway. So expect some ripper pics.B.
