We set out on the Thursday before the Easter weekend. I timed the trip so we would coincide with the lunch break for all the road workers that seem to endlessly occur on the Great Western Highway over the Blue Mountains. That worked out great as there were no stoppages, just the planned ones for lunch and Marg's pit stops. We had lunch at a new truck stop about 25Km before Bathurst. The name of the town was Yethowne or something like that. After lunch it was a bee line to Cowra. We arrived and were settled into our cabin by 3.30 pm. The caravan park was "The Pines", which would have been ideally located if the drags were on, cause it was all to happen at the air strip...2 minutes up the road. ( insert dejected emotive here !!!) The park is very secluded, small, and quiet. The manageress, owner and one woman show, Deidre, was very welcoming. There are only about 6 cabins in the entire park and we managed to get one self contained. It was very clean and well equipped with everything we  needed.

    Thursday night was organised for a BBQ to be held at the local auto wreckers, just out of town. We decided to have a quiet night with friends and had our own BBQ at their caravan park over the other side of town. We had a rather early night as we were both a bit tired from the drive. Even though it was only 300 Kms from home, it was on single lane country roads most of the way.

     Friday was scheduled as a free day to do whatever you wanted. We chose to do the tourist bit.  Friday night was the rock and roll night at the show ground. $10 per head must have been a deterrent as I estimate less than 100 or so turned up. There were bar facilities and the band was OK. Not a good room for sound or lighting but if it was organised better that could have changed. Marg and me did happen to win a bottle of wine for best dancers on the floor but don't read too much into that. There were only 4 or 5 couples dancing at that stage. There was pizza provided through the night, that I believe was sponsored by the ASRF. The night wound up around 12.  Marg and me dragged our tired old legs back to the caravan park.

   Saturday was the show and shine at a park near the river, and not, as most thought, at the show ground. That was not made clear on the itinerary. I scrubbed up the old girl ( the 34 not Marg!...she can look after herself ) and made our way to the park. There seemed to be no organisation as it looked like a free for all, still, most rodders worked it out for themselves. There was no provision for food or drinks at the park, so many went into town. The saving grace was great weather so most parked and walked. I thought I had covered most things except for one small detail. I left the batteries for the digital camera back at the cabin. I went to use  Marg's normal camera but its battery was flat as well. Luckily, a mate happened to have some spare lithium batteries that he gave me late in the day so I could take these pictures.

   Saturday night, Marg and me and some friends went to the local Servicemen's Club  for dinner. We stayed for a while and done some more dancing to the local band, to the amusement of the locals watching old farts rockabilly to all manner of tunes. Still, we all had a ball.

    Sunday was put down as a poker run. Marg and me decided years ago that if we want to stay married, we will never go on another poker run. It would have been one continuous argument. We decided to do some more tourist stuff and went to Wyangla dam then onto Woodstock to watch dirt track cars. The roads were that bumpy that the windscreen winder's screw fell out and then fell onto the floor. That seemed to coincide with the locust storm we just happened onto. There was a mad panic as Marg was freaking out with a dozen or so of these things buzzing around the car while I frantically tried to fumble for the winder and keep the 34 on the black stuff. Hours after, they still seemed to be coming out of hidden spaces, keeping Marg on edge.

   Sunday night was presentation with the band again. They only played  about 6 tunes before they packed up and went home. They planned that earlier on in the day and I knew that was on the cards, cause their cabin was beside ours and I could hear them complaining about the drive home. So we got in one dance before presentation took over. Amongst that, there was also giveaways to entrants that voted. We didn't win anything, We should have voted for something I guess...I was too concerned with my lack of batteries for the camera. By the time I sorted that out it was too late.

   Again, pizza was supplied by the ASRF and if you thought locusts were veracious, check out hungry rodders some time. I don't know if everyone was entered or not, there seemed to be no scrutineering. Marg and me didn't care, they could have our share. I was disappointed the old 34 didn't win anything, but there was no category for rod with the most bug guts and stone chips...:-) The night wound up around 12 and we wandered back to the park to start the pack up for an early departure in the morning.

   We left Cowra around 8:15 am but this time we went home via Yass and the Hume Highway. That was a lot better than the way we came. We arrived home around 1:30 pm. That was great when you consider we spent 30 minutes at Marulan Truck stop for lunch. All in all, we had a great time but I'm not sure if we would go again. The entry fee was a bit too high and a bit unorganised for my liking...especially the drags!!!!.

    I did manage to get some pictures of  rods at the show and shine........

Two more fine examples of "T" coupes. The second one is the traditional image with a flatty  and red steelies...Both real nice

A nice 32 Tudor and another traditional looking 35 coupe

Had to take some pics of my mates pair of 52 Hudsons. The second is a nice 39 sedan with a great flame job

Another nice 32 roadster. The second pic I took cause the owner was displaying something different..a 409 Chev with a 6 pac...I like it

Serious bit of grunt in this bucket...a blown Cleveland gets my heart pounding. The next pic is another neat 32 roadster

Green seems to be in vogue and this 32 Tudor wears it nicely. The 57 panel delivery? is rather unique, and I guess rare.

Leather jacket strategically position for impact,,,Road Knights aye...    Last pic of my mate and his lady relaxing at the end of the day