So picture this... We rock up in the van about 5pm after a lovely day of green exploration, to be told the final begins in half an hour. We park the van, open the beer (stashing wine in our bag to sneak into the enclosure) and head towards the flimsy fence. A special tarmac disk had been created in the name of this, the 'Dargaville Burn Out'. Not long after downing our first beers the car entered the ring. The crowd breathed in and then it began. A few skids and heavy metal hand flicks from the car window then progressed into a well positioned halt. The engine began to rev more and more and the rubber smoke began pumping out of the back tyres. in no time the smoke filled the car, the ring and the audience downwind. The crowd went wild ( we were also quite wild! ); the car went wilder, screeching and slipping in a few quick doughnuts before accelerating to a climax as one by one the tyres burst, spewing rubber threads into the whooping ( almost all male) audience. Absolutely brilliant! This happened about 8 times before a winner was created. Zoe and I all the more pleased as the winner was a girl, which in the all male environment seemed just as it should be!! she left $11,000 NZ richer (divide by 2.7 for punds). After the wet T-shirt competition (yes it's true) (no I didn't enter!) we continued on our wine binge and rocked to heavy metal in the burn out pit 'til the small hours
Woke with a head ache and very black feet, along with neighbours complementing my banana pancake delivery at 2am. Rock on.
Straight from the horse's mouth
