The warm-up: Repco Beach Hop 17 (day one)

27 March, 2017

The Go Waihi Warm Up Party marks the official start of Beach Hop every year, and things were no different for this year’s Repco Beach Hop 17. For entrants who’d arrived in Whangamata nice and early, the day started with a vehicular congregation at the Ford NZ Reserve (better known as Williamson Park during non–Beach Hop times of year) for a 9.30am cruise to Waihi. Others begin their Beach Hop experience for the year by cruising straight to Waihi, and going from there. 

While the weather forecast wasn’t looking too flash for the remainder of the week, Wednesday promised nothing but sunshine and happiness, and had no drama in delivering either. The main street of Waihi’s central business district, Seddon Street, and surrounding side streets began to fill up at 10.30am, transforming from strips of sun-baked asphalt into a gleaming mass of painted and polished metal.

It’s this beautiful fusion of classic American iron and the picturesque Thames-Coromandel east coast that makes Beach Hop what it is — a festival unlike any other in the world, and one that draws participants and spectators from all over the world. 

The atmosphere in Waihi is relaxed, with no urgency required, and more than enough time to look at the cars on display, take part in the day’s activities, and kick back for a long lunch (unless you work for a magazine!).

As far as the Go Waihi Warm Up Party itself goes, it’s probably best known for the famous Drag Race — a phenomenon that somehow is and isn’t what it seems. It’s a drag race, yes, but the racers aren’t cars, rather a motley bunch of blokes sprinting down the road while dressed in their finest female attire.

Of course, the rock ’n’ roll theme prevalent throughout every Beach Hop meant entertainment wasn’t limited to cars and dodgy-looking fellas. The warm-up extended to the musical side of things, which plays a big part of Beach Hop, and included Al & The Wild Katz, Tim & the Rockets, and Ricochet all playing live sets throughout the town. Most notable of these are Tim & the Rockets, who get the honour of performing at the remarkable Cornish Pumphouse — a massive relic from Waihi’s gold-mining history. 

But let’s not forget the cars, which were the real stars of the show. Bradley West and his partner Amanda were kept busy answering questions about their beautiful ’64 Impala ragtop, which drew a constant stream of onlookers thanks to its flawless finish, ITB-equipped LS1 engine, and incredibly detailed engine bay. If you’re wanting to know more, you’ll have to wait for a future issue of NZV8. 

Likewise, Bruce McKenzie’s stunning ’41 Willys pickup acted like a punter-magnet. How could you ignore the flawless paint, monstrous supercharged big block, perfect stance, and masterful attention to detail? It’s the result of a long, protracted build which included Bruce having to battle prostate cancer and chemotherapy, although he finally managed to finish the build and drive the tough Willys all the way up from Christchurch. 

And if you’re more into the knuckle-dragging kustom stuff, how about the matching pair of ’58s brought along by the Tucker brothers? Now that Aaron’s had a baby, he decided his ‘58 Biscayne needed more doors, so he built a ’58 Chev Bel Air sedan, finished in a very similar style with painted scallops and the only acceptable ride height — low! This of course left the two-door hardtop, spare for brother Bradley and family to fly in from Australia to enjoy. 

And speaking of old-school cool, how about this duo driven up from the South Island? Wayne Nicol did well to bring his sweet ’36 Ford coupe up from Mosgiel, and he was joined by Deane Croker’s beautifully presented ’48 Chev. 

Steve and Tracy Green managed to make it to Beach Hop once again, although their EJ Holden powered by a turbocharged 208ci Holden Red motor (179 block with a 202 crank and an 0.100-inch overbore) was nowhere to be seen. Instead, they were cruising in their son’s super slammed Holden HQ wagon, having sold the EJ in preparation for a move to the Gold Coast. 

We’ll have more coverage and photos from Repco Beach Hop 17 coming up here, so make sure you check back to stay posted. And, of course, we’ll have the full monty in our NZV8 Beach Hop Annual 2017, which can be pre-ordered here, and includes a free DVD documenting it all! 
 

The other Q car

Say the word ‘bond’ to anyone in the street and around 80 per cent straight away think of pop culture’s least-secret secret agent. The other 20 per cent may think of the wad of cash required to secure a flat or hire equipment that one gets back providing the fixtures and fittings stay much as they were.
However, mention ‘bond’ in specialist classic car circles and people will spin a very different yarn. If you dig deep enough, you will find an eccentric British carmaker that, throughout its 23 years in business, spawned some quirky and charming little cars.
The company was founded by Paul Sharp in 1922 under the name of Sharp’s Commercials Limited. However, the company did not start producing cars until 1948. The first car to carry the Bond name was the Bond Minicar. A three-wheeled, soft-top, two-cylinder eco car, the Minicar was a big hit at the time as the desire for an economical urban runabout that didn’t attract four-wheel car tax was strong in post-war Britain. All in all, 34,285 Minicars were produced over 26 years in a variety of variants.

Lunch with Bill Leckie: An Imp’s tale

Seeking limelight is part of Bill Leckie’s DNA, but when I asked him if anyone had written about his career and the cars he created, he didn’t think so. Even so, I was delighted when he agreed to sit down with me over a pie and coffee to reminisce. I started by asking how it is that someone who is so fanatical about F1 only ever raced saloon cars? Well, we’ll get to that, but where did things start? “I went to Cornwall Park Primary School and then to Remuera Intermediate where I became good mates with Geoff Perry, son of the legendary motorcycle racing legend Len.” Geoff Perry was 23 and on the edge of stardom when he was killed in a mystery air disaster over the Pacific in 1973. “We used to race around his backyard on a cutdown motorbike. It was friendly competition that I suppose helped hone our racing instincts. There was never much between us and so, by 11 or 12, I had a definite leaning towards speed.”