Pedey stops in Dubai for a lit­tle rest and re­lax­ation


I’m sit­ting at the air­port right now, and I’m ex­tremely ex­cited. Sure, I’ve taken my fair share of flights over the last six months, but the jour­ney ahead has me pumped. Why? Be­cause my ticket reads DXB to AKL: I’m com­ing home for sum­mer! Although I’ve spent the last half a year meet­ing peo­ple from scenes all over the world, there’s nowhere quite like home and the peo­ple who pop­u­late it. I can’t wait to see not only what Red Bull brings to the party this year for Drift Shifters, but also all the new builds to hit Na­tion­als, the cruis­ing over sum­mer break and, of course, our own S30 Dat­sun, which has re­cently seen a lit­tle love down at GT Re­fin­ish­ers and is now freshly re­goed and war­ranted, ready to rock the mo­ment we land.

The trip from Swe­den (where I have been living for the past month) to Auck­land is, for lack of a bet­ter word, a real ass­hole, com­ing in at about 28 hours long, gen­er­ally with two stopovers just to make it that much more painful. So when we learned that one of those stopovers would be Dubai, also known as ‘DXB’, we thought, why not break the jour­ney up and spend some time in the United Arab Emi­rates?

As a re­sult, for the last five days my wife and I have been tear­ing up this amaz­ing coun­try, check­ing out the lo­cal scene and experiencing its rich car cul­ture which, as it turns out, isn’t all oil money and su­per­cars. Though that mega-money im­age of Dubai is cer­tainly rooted in truth, that’s not all there is to this place and the other cities in the UAE that sur­round it. The lo­cal Emi­rati peo­ple ac­tu­ally only make up a very small per­cent­age of the pop­u­la­tion here, and that means there are plenty of for­eign regular Joes like you or me, work­ing on and en­joy­ing their cars — Kanjo-styled Hon­das, big-power drift cars, vin­tage Toy­otas and Nis­sans, time-attack weapons and ev­ery­thing else you can imag­ine — it’s sim­ply that th­ese cars live in the shadow of the cliché su­per­car scene Dubai is known for.

Over the last few days we’ve been to car meets, checked out some ex­cel­lent tuner work­shops, ab­so­lutely flogged a GT-R up the most amaz­ing hill climb I’ve ever seen, dodged camels in the desert in a GSXR-pow­ered of­froader, and even had a few cheeky late-night high­way tan­gles with var­i­ous su­per­cars for good mea­sure. Dubai has left a last­ing im­pres­sion af­ter a short time here — it seems to be a place of lim­it­less pos­si­bil­i­ties and op­por­tu­ni­ties, pro­vided you know the right peo­ple, of course.

It’s cer­tainly been a grand old time, but I have to say that there’s no place like home, and I find my­self sit­ting here in this de­par­ture lounge, wait­ing for that board­ing call and ab­so­lutely fizzing at the bung. I can’t wait to be back where ‘every­body knows your name’ for a lit­tle fa­mil­iar­ity and, of course, one of the very best car scenes in the world. I’ll only be home for two months or so, but I plan to make the most of it. See you at the events!

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