Back in the 70s my father was driving down Punt Rd Hill in his old Holden ute when the brakes failed. To try to stop the ute, he kept ramming the wheels against the gutter and ended up doing it well enough to slow it down, miraculously not colliding with anybody. Eventually he was able to steer it into one of the streets close to the Yarra.
For four years I lived in St Kilda and went to uni in Bundoora. I drove an enormous HQ Holden Monaro and petrol was $20 a tank, which was a lot in the late 80s if you were a student.
Back then there was no public transport to the uni, which was even further out than Latrobe, so Punt Road was the main link. Sure, you tried a few other combinations and back roads over the years, but Punt Road was always the fall back option.
So peak hour, HQ Holden and me. Of course it breaks down. So my memories of Punt Road are always tinged with guilt as I sit in my car which is too heavy to push solo, blocking traffic, shrinking under my steering wheel and waiting for the RACV to rescue me. Ahh Punt Road, you make me like a Catholic.