The viewing of the motorsport at Bathurst was surprisingly tame, the crowds didn’t have anywhere near the ferocity I expected, the muted Holden and Ford fans seemed content to simply watch the race as opposed to get in each-other’s faces about whether the oval or the general was winning. The campsite as well seemed devoid of the expected rivalry and shenanigans, with only the occasional jibe when a car was driving past to “Get a Holden”. It’s worse at local NZv8 meets at Teretonga! This might speak to Australian bogans being slightly more civilised than New Zealand ones.

Anyway, enough jibber jabber, on with the photographic evidence;

The Classic Muscle Cars lining up on the Mt. Panorama grid.

I really wasn’t that fussed to watch the V8 SuperTaxi’s but the Australians throw their muscle cars around in this grid way more than we do in NZ and the racing was quite entertaining.

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First thing in the morning (Friday) I woke up relatively early in the day feeling surprisingly refreshed, especially when taking into account the entire night of sleep missed that was filled in by co-pilot Buick missions.  I joined Mr. Grotty McParker in a brief tour of the area as everyone else was still asleep.  We wandered the merchandising tents and found very little worthy of caring about but we also took the time to visit the paddock and the museum.

George Fury’s 1984 Pole Position grabbing 910 Bluebird of Z18T wonderment

The first thing visible at the museum was the sweet, sweet 910 of Mr. Fury which was sitting in the window as you entered, I had a good wee nosey around it but it was all closed up so I couldn’t scope out the interior or underneath the bonnet.  Further inside the museum were other amazing cars.

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The Mountain

After many years of watching the “great race” the 50th Anniversary of the 1000 combined with a proposed road-trip with some good people from the oldschool.co.nz forums lead to me finally attending the event.  Although it was not so simple as showing up, it never is.

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