EDITORIAL

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So far, 2017 is serv­ing up a bit of a banger for me — or per­haps I’m serv­ing it up my­self, hav­ing ac­tu­ally got to the point where I have driven both the E36 and C10 projects. I can hon­estly say that I feel as if a huge weight has been lifted off my shoul­ders. Both of these have been full-scale builds from the frame up, and that weighs heavy on a man’s mind when try­ing to han­dle ev­ery damn thing your­self. It’s a feel­ing that many of you will re­late to — that guilt in the pit of your stom­ach when you’re not in the shed spin­ning span­ners or throw­ing sparks — be­cause that b*tch ain’t go­ing to fin­ish it­self. The day af­ter RE­union I was full steam into the C10 to have it ready for Beach Hop a month later, it’s an event I’ve failed to have it ready for twice, and I wasn’t keen on a third fail­ure. On the Wed­nes­day morn­ing the day of Beach Hop 2017, I hadn’t been to sleep that night, and I was bolt­ing in the last in­te­rior pieces for the truck ready to roll down to Whanga­mata, a three-hour drive away. I had barely done any high­way cruis­ing, and I was ner­vous to find out how all my sus­pen­sion mod­i­fi­ca­tions would per­form dur­ing a good strop through the windies. We made to Whanga­mata with­out in­ci­dent, rolling in a con­voy of eight mates. Over the week, I made a few tweaks and changes to get things run­ning bet­ter — but it was, af­ter all, a shake­down, and we certi­naly shook that main road plenty of times — ham­mer­ing the road and my chro­moly cross mem­ber in the process.

Yes, I harp on about how great that event is, and it’s got ab­so­lutely noth­ing to do with any­thing in­side this mag­a­zine — but it’s one that I at­tend year on year and miss out on other more-work-rel­e­vant stuff just to at­tend. Rolling your own car down that main street on a Satur­day night, with thou­sands of peo­ple lin­ing the streets, is an ex­pe­ri­ence that just can’t be beaten. It’s a throw back to the old days of Queen St, a time in his­tory I hold very close to my heart. This year the po­lice were chill and so was the ma­jor­ity of the crowd. You build up to these events and of­ten feel hol­low af­ter they are done and dusted — I’m al­ready hang­ing to do it all again next sum­mer.

But that shake­down showed me that I still need to do some work to the chas­sis to get it han­dling on rails, and con­tinue adding some other fin­ish­ing touches. With win­ter now bang­ing on the door, I al­ready have the grinder warmed up, so, al­though, yes, I have driven them both, I’m far from stop­ping that pur­suit of per­fec­tion. I want my shit low, I want my shit fast, and I’m not stop­ping un­til I achieve both.

This car life sure takes a lot to com­mit to, but we all know that joy that makes it all worth­while: sim­ply en­joy­ing your own hard work. To me, that’s what it’s all about.

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