About

Cars, bikes, racing and collectible stuff is what interests me, so that's what you'll see here...

G'day... and welcome to my self indulgence of cool kit. Well there's a multitude of stuff that interests me, with only a small percentage visualised and discussed here. It's not because I don't have the space nor time, just simply... that I don't want to bore you, to an earlier than desired death that is. So let's get down to it...

Since my early years, the following has been central to my existence. Whether it be Land Speed Records, Australian Touring Cars, Drag Racing, Grand Prix vehicles ( I prefer the term "Grand Prix" as it has a sexier reference that boring old F1), Can-Am, Formula 5000, nice bikes and of course, the fairer sex. I've always consider myself a pretty good judge of "what's good, and whats not". If it's not in your eyes, hey just drop me a line. I'm sure to acknowledge and respond, well that's if I consider you worthy of such response. Please don't hold your breath though, we don't want that "earlier than desired death" as I alluded to previously to pounce on you...

So born in the late 50's I was, maybe living the normal (who can say) Australian lifestyle of hot summers, swimming, throwing rocks at trains, fishing, getting up to lots of mischief then coming home late or after dark to parents that were caring, grounded but always tight for cash. Those were the times, that no matter how wanting you were of stuff because a mate had it or you saw it on TV, you never got it. My folks had different priorities and zero cash to splash. Gee, even going to the drive-in at Oakleigh was a hide under a blanket trip on the floor of the car.

I was perhaps 10 years old when my father took me to Calder Raceway, out the back of Keilor to see a touring car round. And I was hooked. What kid wouldn't be, with the likes of Alan Moffat, Norm Beechey, Bob Jane, Pete & Leo Geoghan and many, many others. These cars were monsters, and boy did they sound it! With the drifting and power slides around corners, late braking, tyre smoke and the smell, oh the smell..., it was one of the most satisfying aromatic delights a young boy could experience..., High Octane Av Gas.

From that day forward I showed a keen interest in motor racing, not that I wanted to be behind the wheel myself, but the watching was reward enough. Watching on TV, regular trips to Calder, Sandown Park Raceway in Noble Park, Winton in Regional Victoria, Bathurst for the Bathurt 500, then the 1000 in New South Wales, Adelaide for the Australian Grand Prix and eventually Melbourne, after we pinched it back from the Crow-eaters and had it where it really belonged, around it's true historical home, Albert Park.

Heck, I even took up an interest in speedway at Midura on the Victorian/New South Wales border when I was 12 years old and on one of our regular, 3 week Christmas summer burn fest holidays. This was when I wasn't catching yabbies in the irrigation channels, swimming in the pool, eating grapes off the vines behind the Motel or pinching soft drinks from the old Coke machine which sat out the front of the Motel. Alas, my speedway interest was short lived. At my fathers insistence, my introduction to this form of motorsport was by standing on a corner getting red, foul smelling, clay, mud and gunk thown at me from the circulating cars and bikes, which my father thought hilarious incidentally. My mother however was not amused with the state of her son on our return. For some obvious reason, this circle track racing just didn't give me those goose bumps. So without another thought, I dropped that dirty form of motorsport and put it behind me...

So let's move ahead to the present. I'm in my late 50's now, still have a strong interest in motorsport, but my criteria has changed somewhat. I have two lovely teenage boys, a wonderful partner who puts up with my shenanigans, an interest in Californian Bungalow architecture and an OK job working for the man. Sure Grand Prix racing is pushing the boundaries of technology, as too does V8Supercars and other high end categories, but frankly I find these rather processional, dull and ridiculously expensive. My choices these days are grass roots racing, Improved Production, Sports Sedans, Moto GP (Although the days of 500GP bikes are sadly missed), Formula Ford, Formula V and of course WEC (World Endurance Championship).

Favorite vehicles? Well pretty much all cars and bikes are special in their own way. For me however, here are the standouts..., and in no particular order they would be: Porsche 917, Porsche 956, Torana GTR XU1, Falcon XR GT, Falcon XY GTHO, Falcon XC Coupe (will always remember fondly the one, two finish of Moffat and Bond at Bathurst), Jack Brabham's Repco-Brabham BT20 from 1966, Gilles Villeneuve's Ferrari 312T4 from 1979, Ayrton Senna's Mclaren MP4/4 from 1988 and finally the Bruce McLaren M8A from 1968, one of the beautiful monsters of the Can-Am age.

Favorite drivers or riders? Again a simple and short list in no particular order which includes: Mick Doohan, Ayrton Senna, Gilles Villeneuve, Marcos Ambrose, Jim Richards, Peter Brock, Alan Moffat, Jim Clark, Bruce McLaren and lastly Valentino Rossi. Sure there may be others which you as the reader may consider better or more deserving, but frankly this is my list so that's what I am sticking with... cheers for read and enjoy the site if you stick around...

Bruce McLaren

A Grand Prix winning racing driver, pioneering race car designer and the founder of the most successful Formula 1 team in history, he achieved an astonishing amount in his tragically short 32 years.

"Life is measured in achievement, not in years alone."