Imagine the roar of a Harley tearing down an asphalt drag strip.
Now take the standard engine out and throw in a nitro engine, or even a V8.
Now change the asphalt track for a dirt track.
Add some rock music, quad bikes, mini quads, dirt bikes, standard road bikes, some weird ass looking dirt cars and insanely modified trikes.
Bring the family out to support riders from 4 to way over 40.
Combine it all together with one crazy guy opening the throttle to full at 9am in the morning and you’ve got yourself the recipe for Bindoon Dirt Drags!
“There’s 4WD’s driving past the fence all the time, what’s going on?”
“They’re here every year. They sit outside the fence, take photos of us. We’re just a bunch of blokes with bikes having fun with our families.”
Itchy Snapper Finger
I’d been getting bored with taking photos at Barbagallo. I wanted to take something with more of a wow factor that doesn’t really get a lot of people to it to take photos. I had recently “bumped into” an old acquaintance from working on the doors of nightclubs in Perth, Australia recently on Instagram and he had some posts promoting the Bindoon Dirt Drags in his story.
Knowing the sensitivity around attending such an event unannounced with a car full of camera gear I reached out and asked if he would mind if I attended. Not a problem came the answer.
On the morning of the event I took off for the hour and a half drive at 5am. Mind you this was after 3 failed attempts – forgot wallet, forgot key card, forgot to get fuel, you get the idea. It was 5am in the damn morning, cut me some slack.
I eventually arrived after all the delays at around 8am. I was greeted at the gate by some friendly gents who were directing traffic towards parking a fair distance away from the track.
Knowing I would be back and forth to the car for snacks and water, I asked if I could possibly park closer to the track due to the camera gear. Understandably the tone changed a little and I was queried why I had a car full of camera gear.
After mentioning the discussion with they told me how to get close to the track and suggested I speak to his better half who was on coffee duty to find out when he was awake.
I parked up near the track, went and grabbed a coffee, surprisingly in the middle of the country this coffee was absolutely amazing, I asked his better half if he was awake and she laughed. “Not yet! He was up all night!” .. Enough said. I retired to my car to drink the coffee and have a little snooze. Coffee tends to make me sleepy, weird huh?
About an hour and a half later, this lovely looking Mercedes comes through the camping area, what I didn’t notice until the car turned to be side on was that it was missing all four doors. Out he pops from the car with three other guys . I waited a little bit for him to say his good mornings then wandered over to say howdy. I hadn’t seen him for a good 13 years since randomly bumping into him in Margaret River, Western Australia one very hungover morning.
After a brief chat and to tell me where I could and couldn’t go, who/what I could and couldn’t take photos of, I set off grabbing photos of bikes before they hit the track. The first few guys were very hesitant about their bikes being photographed, but after hearing that I was a guest of his they all got the cloths out, shined the bikes and vanished out of sight of the camera while I took the photos of their pride and joys.
We spoke about new technology vs old technology for some time
And then he asks me ….
“Do you want to see a shirt you will never be able to buy from any store in the world?”
“My wife paints these, she’s so talented!”
I’m jealous. I want one!
The smoke from the burnout pad drifted across the track many times during the day, but it never looked quite as spectacular as first thing in the morning when it made the tree line turn an eery grey/blue colour. The photo above only has minor adjustments on it, the colour is exactly how it was that day.
After a safety briefing that all riders attended the graders finished the track and it was on. A test run from one of the organiser’s bikes went down and then it was solid two wheel, sometimes three, sometimes one, action for the next 3 hours with small breaks to tidy the start line.
“All riders must attend the safety briefing. If you do not attend, you will not be allowed on the track.
All ages, all types, all affiliations.
No-one was exempt from the safety briefings if they wanted to ride.
Amongst the riders were various motorcycle clubs who if you read everything that is written you would have expected some sort of riot just having them in the same place, kids from about 4 years old on quads going down the track, girls popping wheelies plus an assortment of mullets and beards flying down the track.
The only group not on the track, but were hovering outside the fence were some blue guys who stood out quite clearly. Perhaps they were just longing to be invited in to have a blast down the track?
I was told, with a very sly grin, that they were welcome to come in and take a bike down the track as long as they paid and attended the safety briefings just like everyone else.
The highlight of the day was clearly the nitro Harleys. These things were just insane to watch and listen. Maybe next year will try and get some drone and video footage if I can find some operators to come with me!
After a thoroughly enjoyable day walking almost 10km throughout the day just up and down the track and around the pit area, I called it a day and headed back to Perth.
I’ve vowed to return next year for the 20th anniversary with a tent in hand to enjoy the overnight entertainment and return well rested the next day.
Bindoon Dirt Drags & Burnouts
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To Be Confirmed for 2020
To Be Confirmed for 2020
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