Club Run to Inglewood Alive Festival
6th November, 2016
6th November, 2016
Get your motor runnin' - head out on the highway. Lookin' for adventure.... Wait, can't use that. Already been done by someone else. That was the feeling though as we cruised through Bendigo and hit the Calder heading out west. A cool Sunday morning, the sun shining, where else would you rather be?
I toughened up today and took the Rotor out for it's first run outside the shed this year. This year? About 20 cars (and a bloody big Mack truck - good on ya Jake!) rolled up at the Clubrooms for a 10.30am departure to the Inglewood Alive Festival. An annual event in Inglewood where the locals close off the main street of the town and only allow classic cars, bikes, people - and trucks - to enter.
As we cruised out of Bendigo, following the Prez in the lead, I was secretly thinking to my self that maybe I actually have missed the smell of the caster oil pre-mix fumes causing the red eyes, the constant ringing in my ears from the exhaust, and the sore kidneys from no suspension. The kids love the Rotor too and as I looked in the mirror at the classic vehicles from another era behind me, it all made sense. This is exactly why we do this and why we love it so much.
I guess our Prez was lovin' it too, that was until just out the other side of Bridgewater he glanced down at his dashboard and noticed the fuel gauge on 'E'. That's ok I hear you say, probably got at least another 50 miles before she's empty. However, as the Broughy's 308 gave a couple of coughs and splutters, Kim pulled over to the side of the road. I think maybe then he understood the gauge had been on 'E' for a lot longer than he first thought. Can only imagine the conversation between Carmel and Kim. Thought you were going to put fuel in it.....
So just like in 'Top Gear', we all went past him and kept on going to Inglewood. That's not entirely true, we did pull in behind him momentarily, unsure of why he would be stopping - thinking maybe he'd taken a wrong turn and was about to head the other way. Then we realised there were no turns, it's pretty much a straight road to Inglewood, so there was no point us all stopping. No hard feelings mate!
The main street of Inglewood was packed, apparently much bigger than previous years. Live band, buskers, wood chop competition, food vans, old cars and bikes everywhere. A good couple of hours were spent walking up the street and back again, then another half an hour waiting in the cafe for some take away. Shoulda' went to one of the 'out of town' food vans but thought we'd do the right thing and keep the money local.
Some of the boys were now getting itchy feet, so we hit the highway back to Bridgewater for a frothy ale at the pub.
Another great day had by all, including Kim, who'll make sure he puts a little more fuel in the Broughy next time.
Lookin' forward to another one soon.
I toughened up today and took the Rotor out for it's first run outside the shed this year. This year? About 20 cars (and a bloody big Mack truck - good on ya Jake!) rolled up at the Clubrooms for a 10.30am departure to the Inglewood Alive Festival. An annual event in Inglewood where the locals close off the main street of the town and only allow classic cars, bikes, people - and trucks - to enter.
As we cruised out of Bendigo, following the Prez in the lead, I was secretly thinking to my self that maybe I actually have missed the smell of the caster oil pre-mix fumes causing the red eyes, the constant ringing in my ears from the exhaust, and the sore kidneys from no suspension. The kids love the Rotor too and as I looked in the mirror at the classic vehicles from another era behind me, it all made sense. This is exactly why we do this and why we love it so much.
I guess our Prez was lovin' it too, that was until just out the other side of Bridgewater he glanced down at his dashboard and noticed the fuel gauge on 'E'. That's ok I hear you say, probably got at least another 50 miles before she's empty. However, as the Broughy's 308 gave a couple of coughs and splutters, Kim pulled over to the side of the road. I think maybe then he understood the gauge had been on 'E' for a lot longer than he first thought. Can only imagine the conversation between Carmel and Kim. Thought you were going to put fuel in it.....
So just like in 'Top Gear', we all went past him and kept on going to Inglewood. That's not entirely true, we did pull in behind him momentarily, unsure of why he would be stopping - thinking maybe he'd taken a wrong turn and was about to head the other way. Then we realised there were no turns, it's pretty much a straight road to Inglewood, so there was no point us all stopping. No hard feelings mate!
The main street of Inglewood was packed, apparently much bigger than previous years. Live band, buskers, wood chop competition, food vans, old cars and bikes everywhere. A good couple of hours were spent walking up the street and back again, then another half an hour waiting in the cafe for some take away. Shoulda' went to one of the 'out of town' food vans but thought we'd do the right thing and keep the money local.
Some of the boys were now getting itchy feet, so we hit the highway back to Bridgewater for a frothy ale at the pub.
Another great day had by all, including Kim, who'll make sure he puts a little more fuel in the Broughy next time.
Lookin' forward to another one soon.
We'll see you on a cruise somewhere!
