NO POSTER —
Dear Todd, What gives? I always look forward to the arrival of in my letter box each month. From around 10.30 on a Saturday morning, I make regular half-hourly treks outside to check if it has arrived — as the postie always folds it in half to stuff it in the slot, the least amount of time it spends in this state the better! With my prized magazine open in front of me on the dining table and a freshly brewed coffee close at hand, I begin my dissection of the month’s instalment. For the next couple of hours or so, my wife becomes another ‘ widow’. After first quickly flicking through each page to have a look at the pictures, as I always tend to do, it wasn’t until I was about three-quarters of the way through that I noticed I hadn’t seen any posters. A quick backtrack to the centre of the magazine confirmed that there were no posters! Surely both a blown big block Hemi–powered Charger and ‘New Zealand’s Wildest Falcon’ were more than suitable candidates to have one side of the poster each? I have every issue of and each and every one of them has a poster in it — except this one, and that is disappointing. Having their car as a poster is a big thing for the owners and something for them to be proud of each time they look at the poster pinned up on their wall. I can only imagine how disappointed these guys are feeling, having been robbed of that opportunity; it’s a damn shame.