My husband is a Brock Freak (Nut).  He lives breaths and sleeps Peter Brock.  Sometimes, it does not surprise me that he does not scream his name while in bed with me.

As my husband says, “A legend never dies, He only retires”.  I guess Peter Brock has been an inspiration to Matt since Peter’s long lived days with the VK Commodore.  These were the years that Matt raced Karts and wanted to be like “Mike” oops “Peter”.

Now lets get to the subject of our home.  Well where do I start?  Our home is covered in Peter Brock.  Maybe from the old school, but any normal human being would put pictures of loved ones eg. Family and Friends, but no, my husband has covered the house in Peter Brock.  One rule that only exists in this family is that no “Peter Brock” in the bedroom.  I must admit he has tried but to no avail.  This does not mean that he has given up.  It has gotten that bad that he would rather put Peter above our bedhead than our wedding picture.  Is this normal?  I don’t think so!!!!!!!!  Nearly forgot the closest thing to the bedroom would be the wall right next to the door to our bedroom, it is like Peter Brock looking over us instead of the supernatural.

Matt owned a VK Brock Commodore Group 3.  This car was his “pride and joy”.  A few months ago while at the movies, the brocky was stolen, never to be recovered.  To him, it was losing a precious life.  I tell you, he was even in morning.

Recent Events: Back in September 1999, Peter Brock had a test drive day for the new Grange, Caprice and SS.  Matthew and I attended with the invitation we received from my boss.  My God! He spent 5 hours cleaning the car that morning.  What could you possibly be cleaning for that long?  From cleaning and washing the car, to the interior, to the wheels and then into the bonnet we go.  Certainly it does not take 5 hours to cleaning one vehicle. When approached about the time he spent on the brocky, his comment to me was “It has to look good” I must admit it did.  This particular day, Matt approached Peter to take photos next to the car and Peter acknowledged that “he would be happy to”.  ON Peter’s arrival to the car he noticed the size of the wheels and commented “those tyres have some meat on them”.  Matt never did any burnouts or did anything to disrespect his car.  I sometimes wandered if he loved that car more than me.

The lead up to Bathurst 1997: Well where do I begin?  At that time, Matt and I were not together.  He was living next door to me with his ex and I was living with my ex.  No nothing ever happened.  But the story goes on.  Matt decided that he was going to go to Bathurst to witness the last race of the “LEGEND”.  In preparation for his trip he decided that he was going to enter into the “Peter Brock retirement” banner competition.  What a nightmare.  Pictures were taken off walls so that he can place a white sheet up and start his masterpiece.  Leonardo DeVinci eat your heart out.  There were paintbrushes, there was paint, and there were pictures and long hours.  Matt spent 5 long nights to complete what he thought was going to be a “winner”.  Unfortunately, the banner did not make it to the finals.  In his eyes he was the winner.  When the banner was finally unfolded at Bathurst that long and freezing weekend, Peter Brock signed it and commented on an excellent project.  That made Matt’s day even if he didn’t win the banner competition.