I was 17 with a 17 year old Chev...In almost new condition which I bought on apprentice wages for $1500 . Big bucks in the early 70's. 44 years later I am older,fatter,greyed out but still driving old cars and making a living working on them across here in Skippyland.... and wanting to go home.

Those steel frame baby seats..!!!OMG. but that looks like a Mercedes Finny Door card and Arm rest to me. I fix them for a living so that pattern is pretty familiar to me.

The guy sitting in front of the 55 Chev is Brian Webber .He had a 55 Chev but not that one in the picture. His was equipped with a mad six from a Speedway car. Me and another bloke got it running, giving us the fright of our young lives when the seat fell over backwards and the steering wheel came off during a burnout. .....we were looking at the headlining for a few seconds as the car stalled .

I too was there and i even have a pic of my '39 Ford Coupe taken by Murray late one night or early one morning when one of the water pumps let go in QS. We would go to various pubs around Auckland until 10 PM then head into Queen St to catch or talk rubbish until daybreak. I knew most of the folks in the photos but after nearly 40 years the memory is a bit faded. The 57 Chev in Primer was Les Hamilton's which was written off on the motorway one night. Les was still drag racing until recently. The 58 Belair was Ray Wilsons,that's him and his wife Tina(I think) sitting in it. He was the president of my Hot Rod Club,Papakura Hot Rod Club .
The 61 impala convert was bright red and they managed to slide into a pole one night and crush the side in. I was buying a Packard off a guy in mt Eden and he had the wreck in his shed around 1977.
The Girls from TeAtatu had French names,Chantelle or something and would lead the guys on a merry dance .My younger brother who ran the pool on the water front (!!) knew them better than most.... ;-)
We used to drive up Queens st,go around behind the civic ,turn right at the end then left back into Queen st until a spot opened up to park, hopefully around 246. This could go on for ages unless there was an invite to go down to Beaumont st. We nwever parked further than the Civic because of the transgender types working further up the street. Even the cops in those days were a hoot, often under orders to move the scruffy looking characters in the yank tanks along. Most of us were only there for the cars,having given up trying to attract girls ....real ones.
I would give my left nut for a go back machine to those easy days.ha ha .