Barry Lake, ex-editor of Modern MOTOR, one-time journo at Off Road Australia and contributor to many other titles, was a senior automotive journalist whod been in the game since the early 1970s. I asked him what he was up to and he told me that he was writing down the title of the vehicle launch, the name of the hotel we stayed in and the type of plane we were flying on. He then told me that hed been doing this for many years, and that he kept all of his boarding passes, as well as all of the press kits hed been given over the years, and many other things relevant to each and every trip hed ever been on.

In fact, Barry kept so much stuff that he said it had all but filled his home and garage in the Sydney suburb of Greenacre, and that he was in the planning stages of building a huge shed on a block of land near Yass in southern NSW so that hed have enough space to store all of his books, magazines, motoring memorabilia and, no doubt, boarding passes.

Ive never kept old boarding passes, but my office is still chock-full of the many magazines that Ive either edited or contributed to in the past 20 years. There are literally hundreds of them. I also have many books in my office, most related to four-wheel driving, outback travel, motorcycling and adventuring. And then there are the car and bike models that Ive picked up along the way, and some other select motoring memorabilia that Ive decided to keep, mostly (but not entirely) related to Land Rovers. (I like em, OK?)

In fact, if I were to say that my office is full of junk, it would be an understatement, but I certainly havent reached the stage where I have to move to a big block in the country to store it all. Barrys e ast ve ost , collection was next-level; he kept everything.

Despite being a hoarder, I never fully appreciated what would compel a man to keep what was essentially a complete record of ones own life.

Until recently.

I was on a photo shoot the other day, which saw me spend the night in a caravan park in Mansfield, Victoria.

As I opened the door to my cabin, I immediately knew Id been there before, in that very room, but I couldnt for the life of me remember the vehicle launch Id been on the last time Id stayed there.

This incredible feeling of dj vu hit me, and I tried in vain to search the old memory bank in an effort to remember when Id last been there, and why.

As the saying goes: The older I get, the more I forget. This feeling of dj vu has hit me several times in the past year or so; whether it has been in a caravan park, restaurant or pub, or even when rounding a corner on an undiscovered track to see an ing red eerily familiar vista before me. But it was entering this cabin in Mansfield that made me think of Barry Lake, and all of a sudden I wished Id kept a better record of the launches Id been on, and all the places Id stayed, and all of the planes on which Id flown.

Barry passed away in 2012, just a day shy of his 70th birthday. Despite his passing, hes a bloke who will be remembered fondly by many people.

Anyway, theres a very detailed written history of his life out there somewhere.

What I cant remember, however, is what launch we were on when Barry first told me about his penchant for writing down every tiny detail of his own life, or where we stayed, or what type of plane we were flying on.

I should have written it down.