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Susan Chambers drove from Adelaide to Chambers Pillar in a 1967 Volkswagen camper van. For its age, it was in remarkably good condition, and having travelled across some of the roughest roads in the Northern Territory, it seemed to have survived the journey unscathed, apart from a dense film of ochre-coloured road dust clinging to the exterior burnt-orange duco.
“Holy crap!” Sam exclaimed. “Have a look at that! Now, that is a classic car!”
“It looks to be in pretty good nick,” Foley commented with considerably less enthusiasm than his partner.
“It’s been looked after,” Sam agreed. “She must have loved this vehicle. Look at that pop-top: bloody beautiful!”
“It only pops up at the front,” Foley pointed out and suggested, “Broken rear stays, maybe.”
“That’s how they are, Russell,” Sam
