Drifting…… ahhhhh drifting, possibly the most complicated and diverse culture of the new era of motorsport.
Why? Well there’s so many different ways of looking at it, each person holds their own view on what the sport represents to them, when I first fell in love with drifting I fell in love with the complete package, I taught myself car craft, driving skills, competition skills, financial dedication, mental dedication, I angled my whole life to being good at this sport.
I kept my head above water for a lot of years, I enjoyed being able to manage my entire motorsport program by myself, as the sport started to get more complicated, the cars got faster, the drivers no longer able to manage their own program, the sport and what I loved about it started to slip away into a large financial burden on the competitors.
Actions no longer spoke louder than words, those that stuck with it needed to manage the sport in a very different way to how it started.
After all its motorsport, drifting has layers that other motorsports do not though, as a judged sport (not timed) it sits in a different category than all others.
It took me a long time to figure out what I love about drifting and then it dawned on me, nothings changed since the day I started, I love the pinnacle of the sport before the pinnacle moved to an unrealistic level, wind the clock back to the early 2000’s, my heroes haven’t changed, my love for the sport is exactly the same as the day I threw myself head first into it. The sports changed and I haven’t, thats it, thats what I had a difficult time figuring out.
The cars that I have built reflect that, they are still in essence top level cars from a bygone era, the pressure to keep up would have left me with unusable unmanageable machines but what sits inside my garage is not that at all.
Its my perfect machine and I was about to blow the cobwebs out of it since the last time I drove a year ago.
But first it needed a prep!
And so does the trailer, a year of weather and it needs a good clean.
My trailer doesn’t fit up the driveway so I cleaned the trailer, dropped the car off and then returned the trailer after giving it the once over.
First things first, I get the rubber freshened up, then give the underside of the car a spanner check.
Then fit up the wheels and give it a good wash.
Then pack the car with everything I need.
Then load it back into the traler and take it all back to its resting place, I am lucky I have room to store it just 15 minutes away, its still three nights work to get packed and ready to go.
Dean, Lee and Celia piled into the van and we headed to the NSW border, the weather was perfect!
We arrived at Wilby Motorsport Park, a rural community built track near Yarrawonga, unloaded the car and got ready for a fun day in the sun.
Caught up with some new and old friends, Matt Russell is all thats good about local drifting, a true all rounder thats passionate about the sport.
Oliver’s car infront of the the Primal Garage S13.5, both organised a great event, thanks fellas!
Grass roots events and the machinery that attends is always a draw card for me.
Each cars a reflection on what the owners ideals are.
Because style is a huge factor here.
Bryan’s FC is cool as hell, its a pitty it wasn’t running as cool as it looked.
4 door R32’s have such a presence.
I have always loved 4 doors.
Aswell as the Toyota variety.
Japan made me fall in love with the large Toyota sedan, the overall package is a winner.
The S13 is all time favorite though.
Sitting waiting for drivers briefing to begin.
You will never go wrong with white.
In either S chassis!
But this JZX was the car of the event for me.
If I ever was to own another car it would be an SR C35 or something like this.
Dean and Lee waiting for action.
When the gates opened we all took to the track.
It was a brand new track for all of us.
And engaged in the good times, Dean snapped some amazing shots!
And I had an amazing time.
With the car working flawlessly
I took a heap of passenger rides and went through some tyres.
Having some runs with the birthday boy, Oliver.
Taking a break when things get a little messy in the rubber department.
It was only 23 degrees but the sun was relentless, a perfect day!
Turning rubber down to wire.
I wasnt the only one though.
When your running hot, you gotta let them know.
International sign for things are looking up!
Matty being Matty was chill and throwing shakas, he is fast, consistant, stylish and a good dude.
Making the most of the SR Powered 86!
Bryan getting the FC moving, such a well weighted car, some people have trouble driving them, Bryan on the other hand does not.
Art in motion, style is everything.
Oliver’s good times look like this.
This BMW ran all day, faultless, might have something to do with Toyota power!
Into the afternoon.
We all got back to the caravan park and relaxed, ready for a pub meal!
As the sun set on a perfect day we all reminisced of the good times.
I ended up hitting a kangaroo on the way home, dented up the VW a little, broke the tie down hooks on the trailer and broke the front bumper on the RPS13, bit of a downer to a great weekend but all in all it was great to get back in the car and enjoy the way it should be.
Check out some incar footage.
And from the outside, thanks to Lee Turner, I have the greatest friends!
Till next time.