Monday, May 18, 2009
Well the house is finally under contract and fingers crossed will be sold for only $5000 less than what I felt it was worth. Anyway, I was sitting out on the patio last Saturday night when I heard the whine of super-modifieds in the distance and decided to do something I've always wanted to but never have: spend Saturday night at Archerfield Speedway!!! It was everything I expected: loud, dirty and mullet-infested. The track has this rough clay surface and is tilted like a bike velodrome. The only thing between you and the track is a metre high fence and about fifty feet of caged wire. Upon entering the first thing I noticed was all the grannies in fold-out chairs, scarves and goggles but I promptly stopped sniggering when I realized the eye-wear wasn't just for show...the hillside was littered with speedway virgins like myself: all desperately rubbing the dirt kicked up by the cars out of their eyes. But it was a helluva lot of fun. Watching the V8s at Indy on TV is nothing compared to the excitement of watching a bunch of jalopies slowly lapping in formation and then suddenly roaring into life. Three laps in and a handful of cars came-a-cropper on a tight bend and I watched one of them break free and soar sideways into the air no more than fifty metres in front of me!!! Then the gargantuan monster trucks bounced out and wrought havoc on a collection of 'retired' vehicles...fark me...apparently each tyre is six grand to replace and the nitrogen gas suspension a cool 40 grand...and here I was thinking the Commodore bled me dry. So anyway folks it's finally official...I AM BOGAN...HEAR ME ROAR!