Butterbox Boys by Lisa Habermann

It was hot in Wagga in the summer of 1981 and like in most country towns at that time, there wasn’t much to do. I was sitting in the front seat with my friend in her dad’s Holden. We nicknamed her Jack Brabham after the Aussie Torana racing great. We sat at the intersection near the courthouse and the main street, in the shade of the big trees, saving petrol, watching cars go by.