Dad really wanted to see the National Automobile Museum of Tasmania. I am constantly surprised at what this little state has to offer. Ok, so I can take a car museum or leave it, but I have to say this one was better than I expected. Dad had been here many years ago when he toured around Tasmania and he remembered it to be a wonderful museum with a lot of interest for him.
Just a little history about my dad, he started his working career in Hamburg, Germany working for Mercedes Benz, and then when he came to Australia he again worked for Mercedes Benz, so he loves his Mercedes Benz cars. We have owned a few in my lifetime and I think dad could name each model just by looking at it and probably tell you a little about each car, particularly what is good about each model.
When we entered the museum, the first display we came across was a good old Aussie Holden car display with half a dozen or so Holden cars. Then we moved down onto the main floor of the museum where there was a myriad of different style and age cars. I got a kick out of seeing the little old sports cars (I have always had a thing for little red sports cars :)), I loved the little kids tricycles from the 1920's, and discovering a car with a gear stick that looked like an old handle from a car that needed cranking from the outside.
We did a lap of the main floor where some of the cars are on loan to the museum from private collections, so therefore the collection in the museum is constantly changing and that's what dad was looking forward to, seeing some different cars. However, I think dad was extremely disappointed that there was not one Mercedes Benz. He kept telling me that last time he was here, this is the spot where a (insert make and model) Mercedes was, then the (insert different make and model) was here. LOL I'm sorry dad, I shouldn't laugh, but, well, it is funny. It was like a kid going to his favourite candy store only to find they had sold out of his favourite candy and nothing else would quite do.
On the second floor of the museum is a collection of motorcycles. This was also a great collection, with old Harley's, Indian's and BMW's to name a few. Again, it was fun seeing the old bikes, and imagining the pain the riders must have gone through by the looks of some of the seats. Ouch. :)
After spending an hour or so in the museum, it was back on the road again. Dad wanted to get home to cook dinner for some of my friends and on the way home, we wanted to go to Ben Lomond, the mountain where our one and only Tassie ski field is.