It's probably the best event in Sydney, though the organisers are now victims of their own success. It started small, cool and ratty a few years back, but has now been overrun by the billet and V-Rod brigade. Anyway, we got together for the ride down (about a 3 hr round trip from where I live) and were represented by everything from a '46 Knuck to a '69 R/T Charger. Then we all went to the Carlisle Castle in Newtown for a few beers and a burger. A good day – and the Pan only refused to start once.