Hanmer Springs. Soaking in natural hotpools on a cold winter evening. Drinking beer with mates and people I’ve only just met. Talking about totally random stuff that may or may not have anything to do with old cars and bikes. Eating huge amounts of BBQ meat and spit roast wild pork. Long convoys along dusty pot holed roads in cars not exactly suited for such roads. The long scenic trip to Hanmer and back home. All of this makes for one awesome weekend that I, and everyone else I had spoken to, had been amping for. It’s such a good weekend that already I want to be there again and can’t wait till next year.
Hannah and I left on Friday morning after packing all the camping gear and necessary warm clothes into my Viva. We had chosen to tent it like last year so avoiding any 3am snoring or worse antics that might happen in the bunk rooms. We met Sam and Jane in Wakefield and cruised along behind Jane’s Ford Torino to Lake Rotoiti. After a quick car swap so I could sample the handling prowess of Ford’s finest coupe they continued onwards to Hanmer.