Pukekohe Swap Meet approaching

22 February, 2016

The 39th annual Pukekohe Swap Meet is set to take over the Franklin A&P Showgrounds, Station Road, Pukekohe, on March 5 and 6, 2016.

The event, which is hosted by the Auckland branch of the Chevrolet Enthusiasts Car Club always attracts a huge crowd and offers a great variety of stalls, making for one of the last true swap meets still around. Also, this year’s Targa Rally will be using part of the grounds for their service base, and this will be open to the public to see!

Swap sites are just $40 including entry for the driver, or $15 including driver for Sunday only, with $5 entry on the gate for the public. Entry is free for classics or hot rods on both days.

For those intending on making a weekend of it, remember there are no bar facilities, but you are more than welcome to bring your own refreshments.

Call Rob on 0274 955 567, or email [email protected] for more info. There are a limited number of powered sites available, which need to be booked in advance. 

Motorman: Blame it on Rio!

Following the third polite advisory, I figured there had to be a fair degree of substance to the warning. “If this is your first visit to Rio de Janeiro, please be careful,” came the personal hushed dialogue from the pleasant hostesses on a far from crowded Varig flight from Los Angeles to the famous Brazilian seaside city.
The previous evening I had flown into LA from Auckland en route to the 1985 international launch of the Fiat Uno Turbo. I was prepared for another long haul of just under 12 hours across Mexico, central America, Colombia, and central Brazil to that nation’s third largest city. Surprisingly the 10,500km run from Los Angeles to Rio is actually longer than the 8800km LA-London air route.
With the journey including a brief stopover in Honolulu I expected to travel just under 44,000km for the return journey to sample what was to be a low-volume version of a popular Italian car that would sell in even lower numbers in New Zealand. I like to think this shows nothing more than my deep commitment to my craft. In fact, even though I became lost on the homeward journey my total air miles would be little different.

Pinnacle Porsche

We were stopped at the side of the road, setting up the next photograph, when a faded Toyota slowed alongside and stopped. The window was already down to give the driver a good look.
“That’s my dream car,” he said, speaking for more than a few of us.
He drank in the gleaming red paint, shining in the sun, and the car’s purposeful swoops and curves. He exhaled half a lungful of cigarette smoke, gave a hang 10–style thumbs up and drove off.
On the side of the road, against a clear blue background, the Porsche stood out in all its stark red glory. It’s the classic 911 shape on steroids. It has the fat, even pouty, front lip of the G series 911s, added to comply with 5mph bumper restrictions in the US. It also has the oversized haunches to accommodate the wider rear wheels and tyres – a first for Porsche, which also confirmed its supercar credentials – and, most noticeably of all, that enormous whale-tail spoiler. They made it look as if Porsche had abandoned its restraint.