Fast Cars and Slow Living
This past weekend my good buddy took me to his homeland to the south. We hoped in his car Saturday morning and after picking up a few hung-over friends scattered accross perth we were off. Our first stop was Bunbury where we dropped off his friends and I met his mother. We had no time to waste though as we needed to be in Nannuo to catch the main event, the Quite Forrest Rally.
That's right, we went to catch a rally race. The Quite Forrest isn't very high profile, it's not on the WRC circuit and it is open to manufacturers as well as individuals. When we got there we wondered through the streets (actually just street) of Nannup which had been converted to the maintenance areas for the teams. We then found a good spot at the first turn of a short stage. Many subarus and toyota's riped around the corner before us. The sounds from their engines made one feel as if the car would explode trying to contain all the power under the hood.
After we had our fill of dust clouds and lound engines Gray took me on a whirl wind tour of the southwest. We hit Margret river and Buesselton. Buesselton has the Southern Hemisphere's longest Jetti (2km) however they wanted to charge us 2.50 to walk on it, forget that. We stopped briefly in the Karri forest to enjoy a little serentiy. We then hurried back to Busso to catch the night stage of the rally. The stage was a short tarmac circuit where the competetors tried to get the fastest 3 lap time.
We then made our way to a classic Australian bush party. The party was full of underagers and really was nothing to write home about, except that I got to sleep in a swag.
We spent Sunday at Gray's family's hobby farm just outside of Bunbury. It was incredibly beautiful, complete with the classic rolling green hills. We went on a motor bike ride around the property and then returned to the homestead for some crab and conversation. We then went for a walk to a scenic spot up on one of the hills to watch a calf take her first clumsy steps. We sat and enjoyed a fine picknic of meats, cheeses and fruits and took in the strikingly fresh air. After the light lunch it was time for some tea and a little shoothing practice. We fired off a few rounds into some unsuspecting cans. Standing there with my tea in hand comenting on the boy's shooting skill I truely felt like an English Gentleman from a time long gone. Before I knew it, it was time to get heading back to the city.
- Drew Bahh
That's right, we went to catch a rally race. The Quite Forrest isn't very high profile, it's not on the WRC circuit and it is open to manufacturers as well as individuals. When we got there we wondered through the streets (actually just street) of Nannup which had been converted to the maintenance areas for the teams. We then found a good spot at the first turn of a short stage. Many subarus and toyota's riped around the corner before us. The sounds from their engines made one feel as if the car would explode trying to contain all the power under the hood.
After we had our fill of dust clouds and lound engines Gray took me on a whirl wind tour of the southwest. We hit Margret river and Buesselton. Buesselton has the Southern Hemisphere's longest Jetti (2km) however they wanted to charge us 2.50 to walk on it, forget that. We stopped briefly in the Karri forest to enjoy a little serentiy. We then hurried back to Busso to catch the night stage of the rally. The stage was a short tarmac circuit where the competetors tried to get the fastest 3 lap time.
We then made our way to a classic Australian bush party. The party was full of underagers and really was nothing to write home about, except that I got to sleep in a swag.
We spent Sunday at Gray's family's hobby farm just outside of Bunbury. It was incredibly beautiful, complete with the classic rolling green hills. We went on a motor bike ride around the property and then returned to the homestead for some crab and conversation. We then went for a walk to a scenic spot up on one of the hills to watch a calf take her first clumsy steps. We sat and enjoyed a fine picknic of meats, cheeses and fruits and took in the strikingly fresh air. After the light lunch it was time for some tea and a little shoothing practice. We fired off a few rounds into some unsuspecting cans. Standing there with my tea in hand comenting on the boy's shooting skill I truely felt like an English Gentleman from a time long gone. Before I knew it, it was time to get heading back to the city.- Drew Bahh
Monday, May 22, 2006 @ 7:29 p.m.
5 Comments:
Sweet pictures man. I have to say I love the WRX did you end up helping any of them out of ditches? Just remember Drew, you learned how to shoot a gun like that in Scarborough biotch. I can see you're bringin' da borough skillz to the aussies. They might scorpions but we have malvern, (and I don't mean our Malvern).
Alright Mat, I didn't want to have to fight with you on Drew's blog, but that's it ... I'm taking you down, man. Scarborough style. You better watch your back, bitch. >:P
Drew, I love that it took a trip to Australia to make you feel like an English gentleman - that's awesome. And although Mat is an evil person, I will agree with him about the pictures ... it looks like you've been visiting some beautiful places.
Actually Cher, Drew belongs to a rifle club that happens to be in scarborough. They practice in a very safe and controlled environment and they only shoot at paper targets. You're dad must have been there before. But you have to agree, we all know that it can get pretty squirrely in the Malvern area (at least when you're a well-to-do white guy from the upper beaches).
LOL Oh Mat...I don't even know what to say to that. It can get "squirrely" in our Malvern, sure... but I'm sure your EAST YORK area has its own problems too ;) But everyone likes to pick on Scarborough, which is why I need to defend it every chance I get! (especially from those of you who insist on living in White Town)But... I think I'll let you live. This time.
Cher,
You have to lead by example. If you want me to believe that crime and violence does not exist in Scarborough then you, as a scarbarian, shouldn't be saying things like, "I'm taking you down, man", "You better watch your back, bitch" and "I think I'll let you live. This time." That's just the kind of language that makes us Torontonians think that Scarborough is a dangerous place. ;P
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