We left after work on Friday night & had a nice, uneventful trip up the mountains. A couple of hours later we were in the Knickerbocker Hotel, Bathurst drinking beer and bopping to the band. For some bizzare reason they shut far too early and kicked us all out. No worries, we just headed to the track. First stop was the main straight for a couple of piccies.
Pete & Brian at the finish line.
The next problem was finding somewhere dry to sleep. A tarp, two fold up chairs and three golf umbrellas later, viola! Lets drink bourbon.
The Bathurst Hilton.
After a very brief pause for sleep we headed off to claim a spot.
Brian & Pete trying to look sober.
We ended up with a top spot right at the first corner so we could see most of the main straight and up mountain straight. Lucky we got there early though, the joint packs out that's for sure.
Brian & Pete not bothering to try and look sober.
The crowd has apparently become much more "family friendly" in recent years which was easy to see by the many kids running around. Some of the old die-hards still persist in upholding certain cultural traditions such as drinking until you fall over.
These guys were classics. I don't know if they saw much of the official proceedings but they seemed to be having fun. They lost numerous beers by falling asleep & letting them roll down the hill to the awaiting piss-tanks at the bottom of the hill.
At various stages of the day we even saw racing cars!
The eventual winner. Yeehah!
There were also plenty of other things to look at during the slow bits(of which there were plenty - damn rain!)
The blonde chick was an intruder in Big Brother this year. She has obviously done very well for herself since - not!
The afternoon was spent wandering around the various merchandise stands in a drunken blur which was punctuated by the awesome sound of Victor Bray and some other dude in a ute doing the most amazing burn-outs. Tops!
God-damn this thing was loud.
Almost enough cubic inches to fill Bob Browns cavity.
Mate...what a day. Next year I'm staying for the races.
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Sounds like a top trip Gibbo. I'm intending to make the pilgrimage myself oneday.
Pilgrimage is the right word Adrian.
Us westie types are required to make the pilgrimage at least once in our lifetime.
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