Offensive, but understandably charming

Shepparton’s weekend-long “Spring Car Nationals” were decidedly offensive to the sensibilities of some, but for thoroughly understandable reasons, they charmed many.

A scene typical of the "action" at the
weekend-long Spring Car Nationals
 in Shepparton.

Thousands rushed to the city for a celebratory orgy of the energy of oil manifested in the bucking, sliding, roaring cars primped and preened to brilliantly exhibit their conversion of oil into power, noise and smoke.

An idea few understand or, if they did, acknowledge.

Humans, men in particular, have long been fascinated by power and to control it just for a moment, even if it is little more than on bucking, sliding and roaring car, gives admission to a select group, as distorted as that may be.

A 15-year-old boy I once knew (me) would have stood with that group and throughout the weekend, would have been would have been breathlessly watching, almost high on the exhaust fumes and the testosterone cloud, and gleefully joining in the strange bonding that such hedonism brings.

In view of the world’s evolving difficulties, such blatant pleasure seeking events are an aberration when the resources that make it possible are in serious depletion and with our atmosphere absorbing the true cost.

Of course what happens at Shepparton’s Spring Car Nationals is insignificant compared to the world’s Grand Prix events, America’s National Association for Stock Car Auto Racing (NASCAR) and Australia’s V8 Supercars.

Together they promote a paradigm that is the antithesis of how we should live; a paradigm we cannot escape until we understand, or least learn that conquest is not about brute force, rather collaboration.

It is about understanding and learning to live with nature, rather than compete with and subdue it; the world is a finite place and rather than align ourselves with the misplaced desire of growth and progress, a code word for exploitation, we have to learn about conservation and care.

The second law of thermodynamics discusses the fact that disorder in the universe always increases and that surging disarray brought on by the transformation of energy into less usable forms was been forestalled first by coal and now oil, the principle portable energy used by for humans for more than two centuries.

Bruce Springsteen.

The power of that portable energy was demonstrated for all to see, and hear, at the city’s showgrounds over the weekend.

Listening to the wail of what sounded like dying dinosaurs, which they are, I thought about the words that rock poet, Bruce Springsteen, who wrote in his song “Something in the Night” in which has sang about driving in his car:

“….I take her to the floor,

Looking for a moment when the world seems right ……”.

Maybe participants pursued that “moment”, but any legitimizing argument of incidental economic boost to the city quickly evaporates when the full costs are considered.

 

Fewer than expected farewell Peter on a halcyon day

Peter Ross-Edwards
 in his prime.

Peter Ross-Edwards was recently farewelled by fewer than expected people on what might be described as a “halcyon” day.

That seemed appropriate for the former leader of the Victorian National Party and Member for Shepparton was in the rush of public life during what might be described as the halcyon decades of the late 20^th Century.

Mr Ross-Edwards’ October funeral, a State recognized event at Shepparton’s St Augustine’s Anglican Church, saw provision of nearly 1000 seats, but less than 300 were occupied.

The surprisingly low turnout for a fellow who had broad and deep respect within his community was not an indictment, rather the realisation that he had been effectively out of the public gaze for two decades, at least in his home city.

This fellow, known for the brevity of his conversations, appeared to have the ear of the state’s decision makers and was able it seemed, to make the impossible, possible.

He had stepped down from his very public role as the Member for Shepparton in 1991 and while he may have slipped from that public gaze, Mr Ross Edwards was still waist-deep in public life.

He chaired the Goulburn-Murray Rural Water Authority from 1994 through to 2001 and in what was an almost invisible role Mr Ross-Edwards was the chief commissioner for the City of Greater Bendigo for two years in the mid-1990s.

Mr Ross-Edwards had been in the air force for four years, he had been an integral part of the Shepparton based legal firm, P.V. Feltham and Co, and had been the president or vice president several major organizations in Shepparton.

The near empty hall at
St Augustine's Church
 in Shepparton.

To say he was in the ruck of public life in the halcyon days of the 20^th Century is in some sense unfair, but in others a comment without quarrel.

Being a decision maker is never easy, no matter what the environment, but undoubtedly the 24-hour news cycle and the emergence of its digital counterparts of the internet, Twitter and Facebook in the late 90s, have combined to make the life of public personality complex in the extreme.

Add to that the collision of “peak everything” from population through to oil along with the added complication of a human-induced changing climate bringing with it shortages of those things which allow humanity to thrive, water and food.

Those were matters simply not on the agenda for the MLA for Shepparton in his 24 years in parliament.

That however, does not lessen the importance of the task was in any way, just makes it different as the wants and needs of the electorate were both equally intense and important at the time.

Peter Ross-Edwards might have been a man of his time, but the impact of time was evident on that halcyon day in October.