It’s a scene repeated with different actors at every stop we make. Like Luke Johns, the 18-year-old from outside Sydney, who pulls over on the freeway just to have a look at the Maloo: “You’re born with it. I was raised this way. My dad would kill me if I bought a Ford. Honestly. Not disown me. He’d kill me”.

Or our stop in Spring Hill, another tiny town with a single pub called the Railway Hotel. In it, we find a lady called Jade Williams. We’re the first people she’s seen all day - it’s 4.30 in the afternoon.

Jade’s parked her ‘82 Holden Kingswood out the front. With a V8, of course, a 308. “There is no way I would ever own anything else,” she says. “It’s a way of life out here. You’re either Ford or Holden, and that’s that.”

She looks at her ute, which she’s personalised with bumper stickers and named ‘Thumper’: “I got that one for $4,000. I’ve gone through six difs, a couple of gearboxes and I’m onto my third motor. But you wouldn’t catch me in anything else.”

It’s a scene repeated with different actors at every stop we make. Like Luke Johns, the 18-year-old from outside Sydney, who pulls over on the freeway just to have a look at the Maloo: “You’re born with it. I was raised this way. My dad would kill me if I bought a Ford. Honestly. Not disown me. He’d kill me”.

Or our stop in Spring Hill, another tiny town with a single pub called the Railway Hotel. In it, we find a lady called Jade Williams. We’re the first people she’s seen all day - it’s 4.30 in the afternoon.

Jade’s parked her ‘82 Holden Kingswood out the front. With a V8, of course, a 308. “There is no way I would ever own anything else,” she says. “It’s a way of life out here. You’re either Ford or Holden, and that’s that.”

She looks at her ute, which she’s personalised with bumper stickers and named ‘Thumper’: “I got that one for $4,000. I’ve gone through six difs, a couple of gearboxes and I’m onto my third motor. But you wouldn’t catch me in anything else.”