2016 Bankstown Bike Show Report and Images
By Boris Mihailovic
For 26 years, I have eschewed the ancient Egyptian celebration of Horus’ death and subsequent zombification, and gone to Bankstown in Sydney’s southwest instead.
For in Bankstown, there is the Good Friday custom bike show. And there I may take my ease, gaze upon amazing metal creations, and if I am so moved, drink beer.
Drinking beer was not such a good an idea this year. The NSW Police Force was deep in the throes of Operation Righteous Bastard, and was eagerly stopping, swabbing, breathalysing, and defecting everything on two wheels, pretty much everywhere in NSW.
And yes, they bung it on outside the bike show, but once again, my friends and I sailed through unscathed. Timing, pilgrims. It’s always and forever about timing.
Inside, and safe from the police cash-registers, is a feast of customised hardware. Each year, the bike-builders somehow up their game, and produce bikes and paintjobs that defy description. This year the crazy purple Evo that won everything last year returned, probably to gloat, but there was some stiff competition.
I was very pleased to also see Adam Layton from APL Performance. Adam is the best Harley and Victory tuner in the country, and each year he brings his dyno out and lets people have a run to see if they can back their bragging up.
This year, he also brought his top fueler. And because I am a professional, I got my iPhone out and videoed him starting it. Shortly afterward, I was clinically blind from nitro fumes and stumbling and weeping through the decorative garden next to the Turkish ladies cooking gozleme. This is not the first time those ladies have seen me do this. They are very cool ladies.
Every year, Hard’n’Fast Promotions fills its allotted space at the Bankstown trotting track with everything from Matt Mingay’s stunt show and flat-track racing, to medieval battles (seriously), hot chicks, great bands, a snake show, stalls, and of course the custom bikes. The SES gets all the money the promoters raise from the bike show entries, and in terms of worthy causes, this is a great one.
For long-time goers like me, it’s a great chance to catch up with old mates, many of whom look substantially older than what they did when we all first started going in 1990, but there’s no denying we’re all still pretty damn sexy.
Sorry for missing your zombie-thing again, Horus. But motorcycles just sing to me. It must be because they are bright and shiny and noisy.
Yeah, that’s it.