Intercity Overnighter
Discussion
Driving home tonight, on mostly deserted roads, for some reason I thought of a car that I encountered 5 or 6 times in the early - mid 90's.
Did anyone else ever meet up with a dull grey, Holden V8 with massive spotlights and 'Intercity Overnighter' on the rear?
I never met the driver but was overtaken normally around 3 - 4am at a great rate of knots.
I was told by a guy I worked with at the time that both the car & driver were minor legends. Basically some kind of document courier - Wellington to Auckland one night, return trip the next.
Ring a bell with anyone ?
Did anyone else ever meet up with a dull grey, Holden V8 with massive spotlights and 'Intercity Overnighter' on the rear?
I never met the driver but was overtaken normally around 3 - 4am at a great rate of knots.
I was told by a guy I worked with at the time that both the car & driver were minor legends. Basically some kind of document courier - Wellington to Auckland one night, return trip the next.
Ring a bell with anyone ?
Never came across this car before but that is a very cool story/urban legend. A shame computers have killed off this sort of thing now.
Brings back some amazing memories of driving through the night from Auckland to Wellington traveling at great speed through National Park... Just magical stuff.
Google doesn't bring up anything about this mysterious night rider...
Brings back some amazing memories of driving through the night from Auckland to Wellington traveling at great speed through National Park... Just magical stuff.
Google doesn't bring up anything about this mysterious night rider...
A central north island meet for Wellington/Auckland/Anywhere else people sounds like a good idea, though we might have to have a local one first 
There are still occasions when original documents need to be moved from Wellington to Christchurch or vice versa. Usually it would be done by plane instead of a car though.
There are still occasions when original documents need to be moved from Wellington to Christchurch or vice versa. Usually it would be done by plane instead of a car though.
These type of specialist couriers were quite common place in the late 80's & early 90's . Albeit several we're 'underground' unmarked cars . My father owned & ran a panel shop in Marlborough back in the day & there was a guy across the road who ran a small block Chevy Suburban on LPG for his Blenheim/ChCh return overnight runs . Those were back in the days that you could hustle along at a very good rate & the local plods wouldn't blink an eye. He made a killing - everyone in town used him.
Decided to switch things up this week and do my usual Northern hoon on a Friday night around 11pm, as opposed to early Sunday morning. This avoided cyclists and the like, and the roads were beautifully deserted. A pair of spotlights would be useful for doing any serious night driving as older cars generally have woeful headlights.
The first leg ran North through a forest, or what remains now that the logging trucks have finished with it. Knowing the road well I gave the car a bit of stick. Through tighter corners the tyres chanted their protest, over crests gravity was given a brief reprieve from its duties.
Things mellowed for the return leg. On less familiar roads it is easier to sit back and take in the night. I remember floating through darkened fields and valleys, the road dipping in and out of the lingering fog. You don't tend to press as hard through corners as you might in daylight, but with the cover of darkness you often find yourself thinking "I've never gone that fast down there before".
On final approach to urbanisation I rounded a corner to find the road filled with blue and red lights, and everything lit up. Mangled car and and wounded lamppost are on stage right. Officer says to take it easy through here. Back to reality.
Hit the bed at about 2 am and wake at 9. Over coffee open up the Herald and see that only an hour after I passed through, two people were killed on the road North through the forest.
Hoon safely guys.
The first leg ran North through a forest, or what remains now that the logging trucks have finished with it. Knowing the road well I gave the car a bit of stick. Through tighter corners the tyres chanted their protest, over crests gravity was given a brief reprieve from its duties.
Things mellowed for the return leg. On less familiar roads it is easier to sit back and take in the night. I remember floating through darkened fields and valleys, the road dipping in and out of the lingering fog. You don't tend to press as hard through corners as you might in daylight, but with the cover of darkness you often find yourself thinking "I've never gone that fast down there before".
On final approach to urbanisation I rounded a corner to find the road filled with blue and red lights, and everything lit up. Mangled car and and wounded lamppost are on stage right. Officer says to take it easy through here. Back to reality.
Hit the bed at about 2 am and wake at 9. Over coffee open up the Herald and see that only an hour after I passed through, two people were killed on the road North through the forest.
Hoon safely guys.
aucklander said:
Decided to switch things up this week and do my usual Northern hoon on a Friday night around 11pm, as opposed to early Sunday morning. This avoided cyclists and the like, and the roads were beautifully deserted. A pair of spotlights would be useful for doing any serious night driving as older cars generally have woeful headlights.
The first leg ran North through a forest, or what remains now that the logging trucks have finished with it. Knowing the road well I gave the car a bit of stick. Through tighter corners the tyres chanted their protest, over crests gravity was given a brief reprieve from its duties.
Things mellowed for the return leg. On less familiar roads it is easier to sit back and take in the night. I remember floating through darkened fields and valleys, the road dipping in and out of the lingering fog. You don't tend to press as hard through corners as you might in daylight, but with the cover of darkness you often find yourself thinking "I've never gone that fast down there before".
On final approach to urbanisation I rounded a corner to find the road filled with blue and red lights, and everything lit up. Mangled car and and wounded lamppost are on stage right. Officer says to take it easy through here. Back to reality.
Hit the bed at about 2 am and wake at 9. Over coffee open up the Herald and see that only an hour after I passed through, two people were killed on the road North through the forest.
Hoon safely guys.
beautiful writing.The first leg ran North through a forest, or what remains now that the logging trucks have finished with it. Knowing the road well I gave the car a bit of stick. Through tighter corners the tyres chanted their protest, over crests gravity was given a brief reprieve from its duties.
Things mellowed for the return leg. On less familiar roads it is easier to sit back and take in the night. I remember floating through darkened fields and valleys, the road dipping in and out of the lingering fog. You don't tend to press as hard through corners as you might in daylight, but with the cover of darkness you often find yourself thinking "I've never gone that fast down there before".
On final approach to urbanisation I rounded a corner to find the road filled with blue and red lights, and everything lit up. Mangled car and and wounded lamppost are on stage right. Officer says to take it easy through here. Back to reality.
Hit the bed at about 2 am and wake at 9. Over coffee open up the Herald and see that only an hour after I passed through, two people were killed on the road North through the forest.
Hoon safely guys.
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