<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203901983219492028</id><updated>2011-08-04T13:18:50.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FJ  Holden  Story from 1974</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fjholdenstoryfrom1974.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203901983219492028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fjholdenstoryfrom1974.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ken Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561317283895450005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AeubvHTQ4FI/R7j5W2tsM6I/AAAAAAAACZA/oJKqhDpWteY/S220/IMG_2980.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203901983219492028.post-9118406113810504523</id><published>2008-02-17T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T12:38:13.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AeubvHTQ4FI/R7giIGtsM2I/AAAAAAAACYg/_CAxDNdq2lQ/s1600-h/fj_holden_450w.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AeubvHTQ4FI/R7giIGtsM2I/AAAAAAAACYg/_CAxDNdq2lQ/s320/fj_holden_450w.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167918095044195170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;MY F.J. HOLDEN CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1974&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ne weekend I went down to Mum and Dad’s at Wilsons Creek, Mullumbimby in the F.J. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Holden. On the return trip on Sunday night, I was up near Ormeau on the Pacific Highway. I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cruising along at about 9.00 p.m. at night when the red oil pressure light came on. I must have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;somehow not checked the oil level in the engine before I left for home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The road was a dark ribbon of highway, bordered by trees in pitch blackness. I thought the only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thing I could do would be to continue on up the highway to nearest the service station. I came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;upon one in about five to ten minutes. I got some oil from the station, poured the oil in and went  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to start my car ...... no response .... it wouldn’t even turn over!! I knew then that I had done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;something serious to my engine. What was I going to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I decided to hail the first motorist and see if I could get a lift into the City or at least get some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;help. Virtually the first motorist who came along, stopped for me. I explained to him what the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;problem was. No worries ….. he would not only get me back into Brisbane but he would tow the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;car for me! He had a tow rope with him and proceeded to tow me not only into Brisbane but to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tow me right through the City to the northern suburb of Newmarket. Three quarters of an hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;later, we arrived at Davidson St. Newmarket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was standing under the corner street light with my roadside helper. I was very appreciative of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;his kindness. We got to talking about the experience. When I said I was Ken Aitken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mullumbimby, he said “Is your father Owen Aitken?” It turned out that he was Ron Cable. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had previously gone to the Seventh Day Adventist Carmel College in Western Australia with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;unmarried father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only a few months earlier, he had actually reestablished contact with my father. From there we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;became friends with him and maintained contact in the future. As I am still a Christian, I see this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as one those ongoing example of Divine protection which I have seen in so many ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Version 16.02.98&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203901983219492028-9118406113810504523?l=fjholdenstoryfrom1974.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fjholdenstoryfrom1974.blogspot.com/feeds/9118406113810504523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203901983219492028&amp;postID=9118406113810504523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203901983219492028/posts/default/9118406113810504523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203901983219492028/posts/default/9118406113810504523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fjholdenstoryfrom1974.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-f.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken Aitken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15561317283895450005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AeubvHTQ4FI/R7j5W2tsM6I/AAAAAAAACZA/oJKqhDpWteY/S220/IMG_2980.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AeubvHTQ4FI/R7giIGtsM2I/AAAAAAAACYg/_CAxDNdq2lQ/s72-c/fj_holden_450w.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
