We load up Percy with baskets filled with delicious things to eat, fishing gear and with our limited fishing skills, a fair amount of optimism and hit the highway south. Other drivers along the way often wave to us when they see Percy, and at first we thought it was because they love old cars too, but now we wonder if they're trying to tell us that some part has fallen off, as we always seem to lose bits of our car when we take him out for a spin.
It takes double the amount of time to reach our destination, given Percy's top speed of 60km, and we shout over the roar and rattle of the engine if we have anything to say, and eventually we get there and really, isn't half the fun the actual journey? Sometimes, we meet up with friends at our favourite spot on the jetty, and sometimes it's just us.
Mostly we don't catch anything other than little flathead that need to carefully be thrown back into the water, lest they spike you with their stingy spikes, but that doesn't really matter. It's all about the beautiful setting, the fresh air, good food with friends and enjoying those last lingering light evenings. Some nights are windy so we head home early, but last night, the air was still and warm and we watched the moon rise and its golden reflection shimmer on the surface of the deep blue water.
Which was the signal to pile back into Percy and head home. Without any fish. Again.
Friday Night fishing, it's a thing. You should come one day.