MY OLD man has never been a madkeen street machiner, but he’s always been incredibly supportive of my interests. So, when I was a kid and it became evident that I cared about little else other than tough cars, he did what any good dad would do and carted my brother and I off to Canberra to experience Street Machine Summernats.
Our first was Summernats 10, and it became an annual pilgrimage for the three of us until I was
