We drove over 1,000km in a ratty 1946 Pontiac, checked out the Kustom Nats, and drove home again. We had an awesome weekend, and the ol’ Poncho didn’t skip a beat.
I’ll cover the trip in two posts, one for the roadtrip, and one for the nats itself.
The Kustom Nats is one of those events I’ve been wanting to get to for ages, but always came up with excuses as to why it was too hard. Sick of making excuses, the wife and I talked a mate into making the run down from Sydney in his Pontiac. So a week out we booked accommodation and the scene was set.
We got picked up at the god forsaken time of 3am. We wanted to hit the road early and get down to Phillip Island at a decent time. About 4am somewhere in the Southern Highlands we hit fog and drizzle – great fun! Luckily traffic was light and we kept trucking till Yass for brekky.
Hitting the border into Mexico was a great milestone, though tempered by the fact we still had 6 hours to go!
We started to get excited when we started passing some more old cars on the way.
Well we made it about mid-afternoon, a little tired but stoked to finally be on the island. Our accommodation was an on-site van with paper thin walls, but it was cheap and gave us a place to chill out.
The Kustom Nats were awesome, and I’ll cover that in my next post.
The drive home was a seriously long day. After a long weekend we were all pretty tired, and not looking forward to it. We left about 6am, and hit rain again.
A misreading of the Tom Tom meant we drove right in past the Melbourne CBD. Being from Sydney, we were dreading hitting peak-hour parking lots. But it was fine. Melbourne, your freeways and traffic shit all over Sydney’s hands down.
Not only do your freeways function better, they also look a shitload prettier too. Melbourne just does urban design well.
Back in NSW and the weather has cleared, the V8s humming and the road is unwinding beyond us.
Lunch at the Longtrack Pantry at Jugiong. Hands down the best food on the Hume, and again it didn’t disappoint. We didn’t take any food pics because it was wolfed down the moment it hit the table.
The trip home was even longer than expected, as a major accident had closed the Hume at Yass and we had to divert via Canberra.
By the time we got home we’d been away 4 days, 2 of which were basically spent driving. By our estimates we clocked well over 2,000kms and spent over 30 hours in the car. And you know what? We had a blast. If you’re thinking about making a long trip in your old car, do it, it’ll definitely be a trip to remember!