Bunt takes a punt
I’m willing to go to some pretty extravagant lengths when it comes to chasing down a story. I’ll set an early alarm and sacrifice much-needed beauty sleep. I’ll do a full day on the road and then still pack up my camera gear and go shooting. I’ve even missed some of the Bathurst 1000 in order to catch a photoshoot. I do, however, draw the line at taking my camera gear out in the rain. I’m far too protective of it for that.
My Nikons are like my children, if I had or even liked children. I protect them from elements, I try to protect them from falls and injuries, and I most assuredly keep them safe from Canon shooters. It’s what a good parent does.
I always assumed this would be a steadfast rule as well: if it’s raining, I’m staying inside and my Nikons are not getting wet. There is nothing I would risk my babies for, or so I thought.
On a recent trip into NSW, however, it turns out there is one thing that I would not only jeopardise my carefully styled hair for but also place my beloved Nikons in the middle of Mother Nature’s moody path – an immaculately restored 1986 Mack Super-Liner. When I say immaculate, I mean seriously immaculate.
This Super-Liner was too much to pass up. Let me introduce you to ‘Never Late in a V8’ and the team
