CORNER STORIES

As we pull up to a red light Tom pipes up in the seat behind me,  "Alright block his number, we'll park it at Nonna's." Austin sitting next to me whines "And sacrifice the wagon?" I'm feeling the exhilaration flood through me, and instead offer we go ram-raid a JB HI-FI, knowing full well I'm returning this car.  I felt like a head. I was cosplaying as one, sorta. Sneezing the boxer around and discovering why they call the suburb Mile End, I was beginning to lose the plot and understand why everyone steals these cars. I felt like I stole it. It was a hot4 and I was making it hotter. Matt handed me the keys and told me I would have the purest experience going alone. I immediately asked if my mates could come and while his facial expression changed he agreed. I offered him to join us but he passed it up.  Three headz in probably the fastest and most sorted car I'd ever driven. I was smiling uncontrollably.  This car is a weapon. No. It is a magnet...

Driving through outback Australia you see husks of cars everywhere you go. Every time I come across one, something fascinates me about the lives they must have gone through to end up where they lie. Cars undergo an interesting transformation from new, valuable, and prized possessions into something so worthless it’s better off left in the bush. Whether it’s rotting in a field, on the back of a scrappers truck, or posted as a project on marketplace, try and picture it the day it rolled off the line - because that day did happen. It’s strange to imagine the sensible ‘90s Japanese businessman buying and daily driving a nice 2-door, cloth-seat Nissan . Only to see that car screaming around a track just 30 years on. Or the fresh-off-the-boat ‘60s poms and their brightly coloured, not-letting-go-of-the-homeland Austin convertible. Only for it to become a pile of rust in an overgrown paddock. There is something special about a brand new car.    I had a coworker once who was infectio...

After some years of ig admiration, I met up with @internetghetto to set scenes n' chase aesthetics. In 25’ I wrote about the Silvia sitch in Oz floating it to Luke - @internetghetto , for his ten cents. The car in that write-up was first owned in Oz by a Christies beach police officer. So for a shoot staring Luke's machine it made sense to head down the road, past the cop-shop and make some magic in the projects. Luke grew up on the mid coast and has watched its rapid gentrification. "yeah it was definitely a lot more hectic here in like 2006." "You gotta watch that @BOBSTA video where he does a walkaround." Overall the mid coasts reputation for being a gronk stomping ground is shifting, (but still present) . In a housing crisis the chance to live closer to the coast is hot product. Scenes like this housing trust will eventually change - the same way you won't see headz sliding Jap beer cans around the Hackham indusso . "What happened to the ...

Brock is the King of the Mountain.  

Before I jot down a bunch of takes & observations, I want to thank the event organisers in case they somehow end up reading this. I really do love AJD and it was a pleasure to have a car in the event. All Jap was the first car show I ever participated in (3 years ago) and since then the role of cars in my life has evolved dramatically. My car (silver) AJD 23' With all that out of the way it's time rip this event to shreds. For anyone expecting a comprehensive overview with a million pictures taken on an expensive DSLR - head to ig, bruz. Instagram will be completely polluted with images of this event, taken by the worst jits about, tryna build internet reach with no real contribution.  Ah, I cant cite the source, but watching any short-form vertical-video from this event is like smoking 20 packets a day but for your brain. Time to rifle through it. Best vehicle: The datto ute was merely a prop to flex this Haro Group 1 - no resto, chromoly machine. Tuff twos I reckon, but c...