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Goodfellas Hot Rod Show - Worth a 1000km round trip!
Sunday the 13th November saw the annual Goodfellas Hot Rod Show held in Perth, WA. With 200+ Hot Rods making a dash for Yanchep National Park we thought we’d crash the party.
9am saw us arrive for our caffiene fix at Greens & Co
Stuart, you naughty, naughty boy.
Of the 9 nutters that showed up, 7 were first timers.
Joel didn’t know if he should come on his motard (there are some car alarms that wish he didn’t) but thought if he brought his mate on a Push Start Pantah, he would be forgiven. He was, the Pantah was beautiful to listen to and look at and never needed a push start.
One Pretty Pantah
Joel also brought along our first member of the fairer sex, Viv on her red VTR.
Allen “The Beard” thought he’d make the short trip up from Albany on his Thruxton. Only took him 4 hours to make the 420km trip. Dedication with a touch of C R A Z Y.
No latte’s for this bloke. Long Black with a shot of awesome please!
Silent Steve showed up on his big momma Suzuki GS1000 and some young dude with a funny accent asked if he could tag along on his Ninja250. Coffee spurted out our noses as we laughed and told him to keep moving.*
The scooters weren’t with us….honestly
9:45am and it’s time to rumble. As we rumbled down the main street, car alarms were set off, children screamed and old people soiled their nappies. We hit the freeway before racing through the tunnel. Any political party that promises to build another tunnel in Perth will have my vote.
We all take the first exit after the tunnel….everyone except Allen. He rides 420kms and we manage to lose him 1km into the ride. We do a “Top Gear” and let the bearded one fend for himself.
Arriving at the Hot Rod meeting point, we cut a swathe through the middle of onlookers who think “What are these bastards doing here?”
Look out for a feature on this Ducati Sport Classic soon (Don’t hold your breath, I’m pretty lazy)
Joakim turns up on the Perth Cafe Racer loan bike (CB400f) after being stopped by police for having his rear indicators obstructed by the number plate. Cops weren’t impressed with Joakim’s idea of removing the plate but somehow managed to get away without a yellow sticker.
Doug rocks up on his stunning yellow (It’s not Orange Doug) Ducati Sport Classic. A few photos later and we’re heading up to the Hot Rod Show. I ask myself. “Should I wear my goggles? Nah, fuggit”.
We pull out and I end up behind a car pulling an uncovered trailer of chicken manure. Ah fuggit.
This is an accurate representation of what I look like…well, not now…I’ve had a shower.
I’m leading the pack when “Shaken Fist” starts spluttering. I flip it onto reserve and look for a petrol station. I peel off and wave everyone through. The CB, Pantah and Muletard keep going and the newbies follow me [shakes head].
I’ve only got 90kms out of a full tank, WTF! It’s a standard tank too, it’s not as if I’ve done something stupid and put a Monkey Tank on my bike. Must be the new flatslides that were fitted. Better book some Dyno time I think.
We roll into the parking lot and spot some bikes so head for our Bro’s. Not being the most observent of fellows, I didn’t notice that we parked our colourful (red and yellow and pink and green….) Cafe Racers amongst 14 black Harley’s. There were scowls from the village people motorcycle gang, I reckon it was because we were louder than them :)
We had a look at the cool custom cars…
This is his daily drive, the car you dwive everwe day
This Hot Rod had the most unusual hood ornament
HDR gone bad, reeeeeeal bad
Lunch finished and peoples wrists were getting twitchy, time to hit the road…for everyone except me.
Note to self: Do not say to the Boss “You should drive up and have a look at the cars.” It somehow got interpreted as “Please come to the show and have a hissy fit”. NEVER again.
Pantah, W650, Thruxton and a Sport Classic…Does it get better than that?
What you can’t see in this pic is the 15 bikies watching “The Beard” back the Thruxton up between their tractors. Bricks were a shittin’
Allen heading home to Albany via Bridgetown to attend a Blues festival. Adds another 400kms+ for over 1000kms in a day. Breed them
crazy tough in the west.
New members, no serious hiccups, cool cars….All in all, a good day.
*Not exactly true. We just didn’t know how to say no to guy with a funny accent so we let him tag along.