Driving in style: rent-a-classic with GT Classic Car Hire

16 December, 2016

Many readers would love to own a classic car themselves, that’s a given, but not all will have one to call their own — perhaps they do not want the associated costs, the hassle of maintenance, or simply because it’s out of the budget.

If that’s you, don’t fret, as GT Classic Car Hire New Zealand, located in Christchurch, has just the opportunity for you. 

Proudly owned by Jon Everitt, a passionate Alfa Romeo fan and Italian car collector, the service provides the perfect way to travel the beautiful roadways in the South Island in style, and for those with a wedding or other special event coming up, to enhance your day. 

The firm boasts a four-car fleet of Alfa Romeos from the 105 series, ranging from the ’60s to ’90s. Each has been refurbished to the highest standards, and includes modern elements like USB charging ports and electronic ignition to make the  vehicles reliable, and the experience pleasurable. Additional accessories can be hired, including bike racks, roof racks, and picnic hampers filled with New Zealand produce. 

The company plans to add additional marques to its range to satisfy non-Alfa lovers, too. Meanwhile pricing varies depending on your needs. Head to gtclassiccarhire.co.nz for further information, and booking enquiries.

This could be good news for restoring cars and bikes – but we must be quick!

Our parliament is currently considering a member’s Bill, drawn by ballot, called the ‘Right to Repair’ Bill.
It’s due to go a Select Committee for consideration, and we can make submissions ie say what we think of it, before 3 April this year. It’s important because it will make spare parts and information for doing repairs far more readily available and this should slow the rate at which appliances, toys and so on get sent to landfill.

1959 Sunbeam Alpine: A road trip with Lady P

The romance of the road
The South Island begins to reveal its unbelievable beauty and clarity of light as we weave and bend past mountain peaks, blue flowing rivers, and bright green forests. Today, while the cutlery wheel continues to chime, there are no morbid rattles, and we are still alive. The road moves beneath us and I start to really understand what a road trip is all about: the warm analogue hum of the engine, the sensory overload of wind and sun, the dreamy pageant of shapes and colour that glides by like a movie set, not a cloud in the sky.