Bodd Boys Racing - Bringing out my inner revhead

Confession  - I've never had even the slightest interest in race cars. So when we got a kid free weekend and decided to head to Boddington to watch cars race around paddocks I will admit to being a bit reluctant. But in the spirit of popping more cherries I decided to give it a go.

I was keen to take Lacey out for a spin but couldn't fit her in the car so I had to settle for just being a spectator. We arrived mid afternoon and settled in on the hill to watch the action. I'm not sure if I'm a closet petrol head or it was just the CC & Dry in the sunshine adding to the ambience but it was heaps of fun!

 

 

 

Wee stops were interesting - I had to learn to drive the Polaris so we could go down to the river when nature called. And when it was time to head up the hill to camp the night I got the Polaris duty again as the wagon had to be piggy backed over the river crossing.

 

Rory loved me taking his picture all day!

 

Billie and I hit the loo (Again!)

 

 

We (well Kris - I was too busy drinking and being social) set up camp in the back of the wagon and headed down to the main shed to have some more drinks. Then in my wisdom I decided to take over the BBQ and served up raw sausages to the troops. Go Nigella ;-)

Dinner and presentations over it was time for the fun to begin...lots more CC and some EB for old times sake! I won $400 shooting empties into the bin but still haven't managed to collect my winnings. And I sold our VZ wagon too - whoops! Guessing this time next year it will be fitted out with a roll bar and hooning around paddocks? After the shenanigans wound down we headed up the hill and camped in the wagon for one last time before handover! God she's been good to me that car!

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday morning was a bit tough - lack of sleep and too many drinks meant my spectating efforts consisted of snuggling up in a blankie on the hill next to the fire. The cars were dropping like flies on Sunday morning - and I was ever so thankful. The night before I had agreed to have a drive but the more the booze wore off the more scared I was becoming. Thank god there were no cars left running so I got to pass on the hot laps!

Eventually it was time to head home and back to reality (kids!) I needed a lot more than Windex to get the mud out of my hair and clothes! That Sunday arvo shower was amazeballs! Can't wait to head back though - any excuse to pull on the purple wellies again!

 

The best pic I got of my Wellies - perhaps I should have taken more selfies?