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Halfway Hangs for the Mangs

We ventured down to Raleigh on the weekend to take part in what we can only describe as one of the funnest events we have been to in a while. Situated in between Brisbane and Sydney, Raleigh was the perfect spot for both Queenslanders and New South Welshmen to meet up for a day of hardparking (which we had no interest in) and for a day of drifting at Raleigh Go Kart Track. The Streetkarnage posse (organisers responsible for this non stop good time) exceeded expectations with a very low cressida making its way rolling 4 deep from South Australia, and even a couple of Mexicans from Victoria.
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Matt “F**K your write ups” Russell and the New Stickers

So I said it last time and I guess ill say it again now, it’s been a while since you’ve graced your eyes with my thought words. Last time it was laziness, taking the time to sit down and write something after every event was out weighed by working on the car or simply doing nothing, however this time it’s simply because there hasn’t been that much going on for me in the world of drift. Continue reading Matt “F**K your write ups” Russell and the New Stickers

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Glory Days all the way to Wakefield Pt.1

A couple weeks back NSW drift posse Hit & Run held their usual bi-monthly/when ever we can get the track practice day. I love these days because they remind me of the Morning Sessions back home at QR. Super chilled drifting with a great bunch of mangs!

This time how ever the day got quite domestic! Queenslanders answered the call and managed to put up quite the contingent of drivers. Danny T, Todd Waldon, Locky Gasman, Steven Lewis, Kyle Sheather, Daniel Buchner, Charlie H and Glenny all made the 14 hour trek down! The party didn’t stop there but, Victoria finally responded to the email and managed to whip together 3 of the best looking lads to come up and party, Chris Anderson, Jam Jam and our very own Ryan G-ub-Illin. Ryan how ever stepped it up a notch and actually drove his drift car all 7 hours from Melbourne up for the event.

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Story time with Matt Russell!

A long time between drinks for me (not literally of course), but this is my first piece since 2012 I believe. Some call it laziness, I also call it laziness but at least im not… wait what was I saying? Time for another drink.

Anyway, I thought I would do a bit of a cover of what’s been going on for me in the first half of this year briefly before I start covering the events that are coming up and explaining in detail the after party, trip there, the trip back and occasionally the drifting in between.

Muski & I matsuri
As usual, the year started of with a bang at the bi-annual Vic drift Winton matsuri. Much like the opening and closing ceremonies of the Olympics this event happens at the beginning and the end of each year, its has fireworks similar to that of the Olympics, it has drunken caravan park demolition much like the Olympics, basically the only differences are that we swap the steroids for beers and athleticism for automobiles. As usual, I attended with two cars, my AE86 and my old AE86 that I lend to an enemy each matsuri in hope that their ill fate lays within the Bride seat of that death trap car.
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Drifter Abroad: Simon Michelmore hits Ireland


You just got back from a European holiday where you managed to fit in some drifting, people can read your little blog run down here how did you manage to score a drive?
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Driver Down Low: Jake Jones “The DriftSquid”

Whats been happening Jake, we saw you hit G1 the other weekend how did that go?
Yeah not too bad, i have basically brought everything back to old school days just running a clean car with no backing, just going out having fun with my mates, i don’t know it just seems a hell of a lot easier these days doing that
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Biters, Bandwagons and the Car Complex

Going on from my KDR article, Misinterpretation keeps things interesting, the clashing force of two different perspectives meeting at an airport lounge the trip doesn’t end only the journey continues.

Misinterpretation happens in everyday life even in a setting where ones 5 senses are in full effect (outside of your computer). So is it surprising misinterpretation happens on the internet? It shouldn’t be but amazingly in 2013 it is or at least it would be surprising if the user was even aware of this occurring. Two sides to every story; Every one knows the saying but how many practice the concept? In my experience not many… if any (lolscribe) You see the world we live in today is so ingrained with materialistic needs that people dont even try to appear human.

“What most people need to learn in life is how to love people and use things instead of using people and loving things”- Zelda Fitzgerald

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Grapevine Groove

J-waz of Hit & Run fame parted out his well e-famed sil80 with the shell finally moving on the past weekend, J-waz is now living the good life… Coke, bitches, money

World Time Attack have announced another driver to the Tectaloy International Drift Challenge, Go to good guy in Japan Andy Gray from powervehicles will be joining the line up! I dare say he will be using his chaser that is based here that we saw at Rad Times!

OG Beau Yates not only unveiled his new facey page during the week, he also let Top Gear have a peek at the new v8 86 that is in the build. This thing is gonna be a weapon and hopefully we will see it at WTAC.

If you live in South East Qld, all the local crew meet up and get hammered, you should come join in too! If you cant decipher the poster its at Irish Murphys July 20th

Grant Scott did this video on his team mate Jason (“Midnight Mechanics”) whilst i feel its close to the KDF tip i talked about in the KDR article, Grant has achieved the result a little bit differently and for that i appreciate this piece.

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New Kid/Old Block


Hey everyone, I’m Ryan. I’ve been shooting drifting/cars/culture for the past few years and driving myself the last ~18 months. I do have my own blog, Infinite Focus, which a lot of you probably haven’t heard about, but the guys asked if I’d be down to join the Wreck ‘Em gang, and obviously as you are reading this post, I am down! I thought a good way to kick off would be  a little intro and a run down of what we got up to during our recent trip to Japan!

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Grapevine Groove

Spewing Dai Yoshihara.

World Time attack announced another Japanese driver added to their International drift comp. Looking forward to Daigo rocking out but who is this guy?

Old man rivers Josh Young made this suave (you can tell by the elevator tunes) montage of him and a couple other Aussies throwing down at the most recent Ebisu Matsuri. Scope Siddsy getting gangster in his Black JZX at the start of the “g1 comp”

11 days till SecretDrifts “Rad Times” . Its gonna be a blast we will be there capturing some footy!

A few H’n’R bros went to Japan to do the ebisu gig but came a week after matsuri…. Smuggest dudes but we’re looking forward to the vids from their antics.

Yaer dudes dropped their edit of the FD Asia – Melbourne/Calder round. Crazy shots & editing but for me it left something to be desired and it needed more Australians :P. Scope it!

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Where the B’s at!

Fuck we left the time between drinks large enough to start our own brewery! There’s no real answer to the lack of content but that we’re smashed crabs that would rather have a good time and be lazy reminiscing on fond memories rather than hyping some nonsense that didnt go down. We’re dogs hey? Times they are a changing but and we’re gonna be upping the crescendo! Wreck ‘Em is finally getting to a stage where we can start to execute the grand plan, but more on that at a later date. We just stopped by back home to let you brothers know shits going down so maybe increase your anuual check to something a little less between sips.

A few token questions:
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Matt “Mattress” Russell – ADGP Edition

What do you get when you put a SR86, twelve Hoshino’s, four Southernways Mesh, two toolboxes, a jack and a slab of beer on a tandem trailer and put it behind a 2.7 litre Hilux then add three people? A damn slow trip to Adelaide, that’s what. Don’t forget a slab of water too, as we all know Adelaide water tastes like the sole of a shoe. Still, we made the trip over to ADGP round 3 at Adelaide’s Mallala raceway in good time and with no hiccups. Continue reading Matt “Mattress” Russell – ADGP Edition

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Matt “Do these WreckEm guys even do anything” Russell

Well, you haven’t heard from me in a while, I can only assume you’ve been enjoying your time away from me? Good to hear. Anyway, round 3 of the Tasmanian state drifting series was on a couple of weekends ago, I know I have been slack, but as my girlfriend always says, better late or never.

The usual beginning of the story, a Thursday afternoon, not long knocked off work and I begin my endeavour to the dock’s using every available back road in my abnormally loud 1983 model corolla. Once arriving at my destination I boarded the great vessel, now lets get one thing straight, the “Spirit of Tasmania” is blatant false advertising, that boat has no spirit at all, you want to have an long, restless night out, go and jump on that boat on your own and see just how many spirits you need to drink before anything gets spiritual.
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Matt the love muscle Russell – ADGP round 2

Still with a sour taste in my mouth from round one of ADGP due to what I considered an average effort from myself and simply not enjoying the event as much as I would usually, I very reluctantly entered round two. When Saturday morning dawned I hitched up the trailer, which was a little different as I’m usually jumping in my tow truck, however with the tow truck still out of action from its illegal drag racing 12,000rpm valve busting incident, I was lucky enough to borrow a friend’s trailer. Yet this was about the only real difference for the morning of an ADGP event as I was about to find out. The familiar sight of the sign in line stretching out the door and into the sunrise reminded me why I didn’t want to enter. Hurry up, just to wait. Continue reading Matt the love muscle Russell – ADGP round 2

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Japan Rad Times 2012 pt1

Ebisu matsuri is a prime destination for so many australians these days with more and more people just saying fuck it, time to sell some shit and get my ass to Japan! This is with good reason too.
Our recent trip to Japan was no exception, though shattered to not be driving it is always amazing to be in another country with mates drifting and generally fucking about.

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Hit & Run Just For Fun!

Yes that is a Bar-Kays reference but it was the perfect label for this trip down south!

My journey began on Wednesday when i flew into Sydney to meet up with the Hit & Run crew to go film one of their private days at Wakefield. Kansai Giant aka Jono Okada played chauffeur and picked me up from the Airport. After a quick grab of food we stopped by Jonos house so he could pack his bags. I took this chance to grab some photos of his fresh looking 180sx. Continue reading Hit & Run Just For Fun!

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Short Track

I haven’t been to an event in Australia that has had the same awesome atmosphere as Queensland Raceways Short Track series. Close drifting, lack of down time, non stop giveaways all whilst being so close to the action you come home covered in rubber! Crowd numbers only on the rise after the first event is a sure sign that the Short Track series is here to stay!

Deeks came up to film as I was MCing the night. Unfortunately we had battery issues but which saw Deeks lose a bit of film time. This clip isn’t as jam packed with action as one would expect but I really wanted to try convey how rad these events are.

It feels good to know we’re finally getting somewhere but we still have a long way to go!!!

Short Track from Mez on Vimeo.

Otto Feat. Bebel Gilberto – Bob (Edu K Remix)

Feature image provided by Cooper Macmillan!

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Matt “I Passed out at the wrong place” Russell

Whilst Mez is busy finishing off the Official video for this event, Matt Russell is back with another one of his stories!

Well this event really started a week before hand, with a trolley jack under the chassis rail of my car and three people jumping on my driver’s side strut tower and guard. Yep, just the usual pre-event preparation for you all I am sure; however it was so cold and so dark, far from the warmth and fluorescent light of my carport. Whilst my fine Friday night pit crew did there best on my chassis straightening after a minor cliff drop they could hardly be blamed for the death of my diff some hours later. So here lay my dilemma. With less than a week until drift attack was I to finish my new car off in a rush and hope that it doesn’t fall apart on it’s maiden voyage? Or would I cut my losses, pull the good diff from the new car and place it in the old one and do some minor panel beating? A choice that no one could make, except maybe my tuner who said there was no way he would be able to fit my new car in that week.

So here we are in the line for scrutineering, which is always a bit nerve racking for me, I think I get more of a rush when the “passed” sticker gets put on my car than when im actually drifting, but maybe that’s just me but sure enough, the old girl passed through again with flying colours, all I had to remove was the slab of Jack Daniels from the passenger seat, the one wrapped in the red ribbon.

Practice and qualifying was very interesting, having never seen the track before I didn’t really know what to expect, I probably should have looked at a video of it on youporn before hand but I know very little about how to use a computer (I actually type these on a type writer, mail them to Mez, he then scans them in and puts them on the blog). I felt I was struggling greatly as during the diff swap, I managed to loose basically all use of the handbrake as for some unknown reason, it would not bleed up properly. I found on average, 7 pulls of the handbrake before I actually needed it to lock would do the trick, this was fine for the first corner as I could pump it up on the run in, however making the link between corner three and four was made near impossible as even though I am a bit of a wanker, I think when people call me that they forget the real meaning of the word as im not quick enough on the pull to reach the climax of my handbrake and really extend that pleasure all the way deep down into turn four as I would have hoped.

In one of my practice runs a friend of mine asked if I would have the honour of escorting his very own mother for a couple of hot, hot, hot laps around the track, to which I quickly inclined. My friend Cam is right into his drifting, with his own 86 currently in the build, I guess he just wanted his mother to know what it was all about and why he was constantly making all that noise in the shed late at night. The first lap was great, she seemed calm and to be enjoying the ride, however I and my lawyers believe I gave my friend and his mother both adequate and clear warning of the troubles I was having with my handbrake. So when I was informed that I would be put up on sexual assault charges from all of the “missed” handbrake pumps I was bitterly disappointed, still couldn’t get that pleasure to fourth base… ah, fourth corner.

Having qualified further back in the field than I would have hoped for meant I was going to go up against a greater driver (for those who don’t know, a battle tree is initially (usually) formed with 1st VS. 32nd, 2nd VS. 31st ,etc.). This greater driver just happened to be Papa from the insane drifters. I chatted with Papa briefly in the dummy grid, we spoke about life and whatnot, but as I didn’t want a second law suit for the day I thought I should warn him of the car troubles I was having and that if he heard me yelling or on the horn mid corner he should move as I either cant stop, of something has broken off my car and is heading straight for him. Luckily, I did not need to do this as I don’t think my horn works anyway, regardless, he won the battle easily and advanced to the top 16 after a “close-to-spin-but-not-spun-but-basically-stopped-anyway” move from myself in the chase run, I think that’s the technical term for it anyway.

I weighed up my options, considering I was still on my first pair of tyres for the day, I decided to swindle my way into doing some of the passenger rides down the back of the track so I could destroy some more of Inverse tyres tyre’s. The passenger track proved to be very good fun with some help from Nathan Saunders, Matt Goodlet and Nic Wilson allowing us to all tandem with each other until my car overheated, over and over, which doesn’t really phase me, at all. Apologies to Calder park about mowing their lawns.

Expression session came around and my girlfriend Nicole murmured the words “can I come as passenger?”. Something I have never heard from her, what could this mean? Many thoughts ran through my head. Would everything go well and I live to see another day? Would I be sleeping on the floor for weeks to come? Would I be paying that lawyer double time? Thankfully, after trying to escape the car numerous times on the start line all went well and I was urged to tandem with other drivers. This was a great thing for not only Nicole to overcome but it was also a new experience for me having her in the car after nearly four years as I still didn’t make that fourth corner, but in grabbing second gear Im also pretty sure I grabbed second base, a whole base higher than I have ever been before.

It was great to see Jake Jones come out on top of pro class, something that I think has been a long time coming for Jake, and it was defiantly well deserved after many events of bad luck and car issues. Agges and Nigel taking out 2nd and 3rd respectively was no surprise, especially with Agges coming off two very strong ADGP podiums and Nigel forever being consistently smooth, fast and just generally good. It was also good to see people like Andy McNeill up as far as 7th position, for someone who drives a car once a year and spends the rest of his time seeing how many motors he can blow up, he still seems to be able to put it together on game day.

In the street class, my good friend Chris Johnson took the win over Adam Morbarek with Richard Ryan in 3rd place. Honourable mention would have to go out to Craig Thorp in the bluebird from Tassie, qualified first in probably my favourite car of the event, however due to an unusual mistake from Thorpy, he did not advance to the top 8. I think the best thing about it was that he arrived on the boat from Tassie Saturday morning, drove the bluebird straight to the track, drifted, drove back to the boat and went home again that night. That’s dedication and a tight schedule if I ever saw one. Maybe his mistake in the top 16 was all planned, just so he could make it back to the boat in time, whilst qualifying first, just so everyone knew what he was capable of?

As I was leaving, I was informed of the “official” after party in some trendy place in St. Kilda (THANKS FOR THE LATE NOTICE). I didn’t end up attending the official after party, as im all about being different and not being trendy, plus the “unofficial” after party had more naked ladies guaranteed, even if we had to pay. Regardless, the un-official after party went off, it was good to catch up with everyone in a much more relaxed environment… apparently. I can’t really tell you too much more about the after party as I may or may not have been asleep on a couch in this particular strip club for the majority of the time. However considering one of the Tasmanians that walked in at 7am and slept on my floor informed me that he gave a nice girl at the after party that was aimlessly walking around on a table and training to be a fireman $450 to take her clothes off a couple of times, I knew it must have been pretty good.

Big thanks go to Vic Drift, yet again, another great event run and won. Leigh Pidwell at Inverse tyres for hooking me up with rubbers, Karl and Luke at Unique Automotive Australia, Jake at JDI fabrications for welding up my busted bits and anyone who bought me a drink at the after party, both I and the toilets were very thankful, not so much the bouncers.

– Matt Russell

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Queensland Raceways Drift Matsuri!!

Well after not being able to attend myself I have scored these photos off Facebook to show you guys some of the action that happened over the 2 day event!

As you will begin to see through the various photos, Q.R had 3 tracks on offer to drift lovers! The “Short track” (a.k.a Steves Sunday Sesh Special) The Main track as well as the skidpan!

This is how Nick Russell gets down (No relation to Matt Takumi Tears Russell.)

Have to give love to my boy Nelson Ward. Who after building this beast up is finally back up in the mix!

Robert Tilbury coming up on Dan Rasell

Danny T blazing his 1JZ powered s13 around turn 6, it also appears he did some damage?

Matt Stopel putting his practice from his local tennis court to good use! haha 😛

Reports are that driver of this 350z was driving hard all weekend!

Glenny making moves

Lachlan Gassman whaddup, Kris Klutke joining in on the fun.

Mereki Dawson using the track to its fullest

Tom Miller doing biz

Nick Gee running alongside the wall on the Short Track

Mitchell Geerdink leading the pack

Q.R express

How can one sleep when theres so many repairs going on

Another build to finally see the track is Ryan Beals 3s KE70


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Matt “What Takumi Tax” Russell

It has been a while between drinks but here it is, another story from our main man Matt Russell. This time with tales from ADGP Round 1 at Calder.



What’s that taste? Tastes sour, oh, it’s the taste of my own words as I chew on them. I’m sure many others could taste the same tears as all of the pre-event internet whinging about an event that had not even happened yet very quickly became apparent that it was far from everyone’s expectations. I am, of course, talking about Australia’s newest drifting series the “Just Car insurance-Australian drifting grand prix”.

A long week made for a tiring morning, the track appeared bland and the line for scrutineering looked even more uninviting but the best thing about this morning, was that my “list of rage” ended there. The weeks of anticipation became reality as we hit the track for the first time, unfortunately for myself, that’s exactly what I did, hit the track. A maze of concrete walls and water barriers made for some very interesting entry’s and a lot of broken fiberglass. Second lap in, I managed to tag the entry wall and said good bye to my drivers tail light, rear bumper and some of my rear quarter panel. However, even though I knew takumi tax would prevail and end up costing me an arm and a leg, I think it was a god send as it made me feel much better about scraping the same corner of the car on one, if not three walls on every lap for the remainder of the weekend.

Qualifying and practice were an all in deal, with no specific given qualifying time, the judges eyes could have been on you during any given practice lap which made for a very balls to the wall approach for many drivers. Which in turn allowed me to capture the world record long distance jump for an AE86. What do you get when you have a water barrier lying on its side on the inside of a corner as you try and push up the inside of another car? You get freestyle motocross with out the flat brim hats and Southern Cross stickers. I jumped three whole water barriers clear and landed on the fourth, piercing it with my tow hook and ultimately becoming beached (as bro) on this white plastic hump of love in the infield. Honestly, if you think you can beat that I invite you to politely come at me.

After signing a few polaroid pictures of my jump that those lucky few had snapped I was informed that the judges had qualified me for the top 32, if I hadn’t had made the leap of barriers I probably would have been sent packing. So with that being said, my trusty pit crew (mainly Claw, who was by far the drunkest of my pit crew) went to work on my bent tie rod as I prepared myself for the top 32 solo qualifying runs. Would I go for 5 barriers this time? I needed not, as Claw, the magical man of many missing fingers attacked my eye-linement with some toe out, and the car felt much better than before and for once, I threw together two neat and tidy qualifying runs with no need for a jump. Having the track to myself meant everybody could bask in the sounds of my heavenly dose as I made my way up the list to 14th in the qualifying race.

As Saturday turned into saturnight, the mighty Leigh Pidwell, who’s hopes and dreams of driving round one of the 2011 ADGP had been shattered at the gate due to his ford laser not having the correct stickers to allow him into the pits, causing him to miss the last qualifying session (yes, Leigh has never shown up to a competition before the final five minutes). Having gone to the effort of coming to the track to sign in and attend drivers briefing, to then go back to the workshop to try and finish his car, to then come back to the track to borrow my car to try and qualify in, to not being let in the gate it was a big kick in the balls for Leigh. I think we all know that the ADGP staff were just worried that he would infact attempt qualifying in the 300FWKW laser and take pole position. Unfortunately the run of constant all nighters had taken its toll on Leigh who not only nearly fell asleep on his way home, but only made it 10 minutes down the road before the laser ran out of 91 octane nitrous and I received the usual help call. Luckily for Leigh I had packed some straps back in the tow truck and we found him asleep just off a highway somewhere in the Blazer.

Dawn broke on Sunday, we arrived at the track to find everything still there. (This is Melbourne remember, it’s not often you find things where you left them). The day started with a nice practice session, allowing the drivers to sober up… sorry, warm up for competition day. I decided to sit the second practice session out as its unusual for my car to last one full day of driving let alone two, so I didn’t want to risk it. Then, business time. Top 32 battles were up and I was against 19th qualifier, Mitchell Jeffery. Two clean runs from both of us left us both guessing in the pits afterwards for nearly half an hour, we both seemed to be under the impression of a re-run but in the end the judges awarded the advancement to Jeffery and I bitterly went back to my car.

Top 32, became the top 16 and I still hadn’t seen a battle that really caught my eye, I saw some very questionable decisions from the judges but who am I to cause an argument over drifting politics? Although without a doubt the most interesting battles of the day came down to Pickering and Agges. Honestly, I think Christian Pickering would have to be one of, if not THE most exciting drifter in Australia to watch and drive behind. Wild angles, while holding speed and keeping only millimeters between bumper bars being able to impregnate each other. The guys got it all down pat, and his battles against Agges were no different, it wasn’t long before Agges caught onto this style, aggression and flow which ultimately lead to the 47 re-runs they had together.

In the end, it came down to Agges over Declan Walsh, giving Agges third place. Second ended up going to Tarquin Van Rooyen and a Big Bloke in a banana suit driving the pineapple express took the win. It was a shame to see a few other drivers such as Nigel Petrie and Anthony Cece get knocked out early as they were some of my highlights of the weekend. Nigel seems to just keep stepping it up lately, more speed, just as much angle and good lines. Cece was probably my favourite driver of the whole weekend, never have I seen someone nearly scrape their WHOLE rear bumper along a wall repeatedly lap after lap.

After the formalities of the weekend, I stripped off my race suit pyjamas and we were let loose in a final demolition derby. Long story short, things got way out of hand, I tail slapped the walls more then my girlfriend, then, just like my girlfriend, the wall hit back and I came off second best. I decided to call it a day and limped my car which now had matching front end damage back to the truck and we headed home.

ADGP had certainly exceeded our expectations, the event turned out to be a bunch of fun and there was plenty of great driving, im sure if the spectators could see they would say the same thing. I caught Ginga and DK in the toilets at one stage with the “Wreck-em” camera’s and their pants down so im sure there will be some awesome footage pop up in this years Wreck-em DVD. A big shout out goes to Karl and Luke from Unique Automotive, JDI fabrications and Nathan from Ascend automotive. Also my pit crew for the weekend (Nicole, Karl, Claw and Cam).

Now that you have finished reading my rubbish, go out into your parent’s driveways and drop a skid.

-Matt Russell



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Back from Japan

Just over two weeks ago I joined a group of fellow drift enthusiasts and jumped on a K-Tour to Osaka, Japan. The tours are designed by drifters for drifters and give you an opportunity to buy and drive your own drift car to and from various tracks located around the region (Meihan, Suzuka twin, Bihoku etc.). Upon return everyone wanted to know what went down and if it was worth it. I decided to do this K-Tours video just to answer those questions. The trip was amazing and definitely fulfills any drift fix.

Firstly this video is really just an insight, as we have taken all the awesome footage out for this years Wreck ‘Em. 😛

Our boy Casey D from shirtstuckedin and speedhunters also joined the trip and took these rad as photos im about to show you!

Majority of our stay was in Shinsaibashi right in the heart of Osaka. Which is when the majority of this happened…

A rare moment where we were all drinking together.

Karaoke is a must!

Enough of those photos but.

One thing Casey and I noticed is how rad the scenery is around these tracks.

Rad scenery as mentioned.

The above shots were at one of the Suzuka tracks. The guys got to have a drift day at both! They also got to compete in the Origin Drift competition at Meihan!

Casey snapped up this shot!

One of the most super rad experiences I have ever experienced happened on the same night of this photo.

This years Wreck ‘Em will certainly be something to check out….

We also checked out heaps of well known workshops

One of the events I was really looking forward to was the Wreck ‘Em day at Meihan. Erin and Shane from K-Tours invited top drivers from all over the area including Naoki Nakamura as well his crew Team Burst to come out and put on an awesome display of driving.

Here is a shot of a shot! Casey snapped this whilst I was filming the Burst entourage

Casey got to go for a ride shotgun with Naoki, he also managed to grab some awesome incar footage…

Jesse Streeter a sponsor of the day was also out busting a few moves!

To conclude, this years DVD is going to be mind blowing and every one of you should save up and jump on a K-Tour and experience drifting in Japan!

If you wish to jump on a K-Tour contact one of the guys on their page!


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Matt “I get around like 2pac” Russell – This time in Tassie!

I know what you’re thinking! Where the hell is this Japan update? Good news is its on its way, bad news it will be accompanied with a video! Stay tuned. Any way on the weekend Matt went and did some drifting and as usual he has a story for us without pictures!

So sleep deprived its not funny, but it was worth it.

Yes im talking about Round Two of the Win Networks Tasmanian drifting series that was held last weekend at Baskerville Raceway. As usual, I headed down with a few fellow Victorians to experience the scenery and then cloud that scenery with a haze of smoke and deafening straight pipes.

Thursday afternoon I pulled up at the boat and to my amazement I was greeted by Tom Hamilton, acquainted by his girlfriend Ash unloading Tom’s borrowed R32 four door in the middle of the road, why was I so surprised you ask? Well Tom has this knack of managing to push time limits right out to the point where he once held up the whole spirit of Tassie for nearly half an hour, so it was a pleasant surprise to see him there on time. Alongside helping him were Justin Stockley and Nathan Saunders in the Ascend Automotive JZX100 and in the distance I could hear the rumble of another 1JZ piloted by Nick Wilson through the streets of Port Melbourne.

Nathan & Myself
Nathan and Myself

The journey had begun.

The boat trip was the usual “lets see how many people actually can put up sitting near us” evening. Entrée’s of beer were served followed by a main of beer. Matt (not me, apparently im not the only one in the world) decided he was too classy for beer all night and had managed to smuggle a fine bottle of scotch on board, however his up-marketness later turned into up-throwingness in the toilets. So I figured it was my duty to help him clean up. A hose appeared at the bottom of his locked cubicle and proceeded to gush like a good Christian on his wedding night, however not a sound came from Matt so Nick and I soon retired from the bathroom and proceeded to slap sleeping people until Tom snapped and nearly went postal on Nick.

Tom Hamilton
Tom Hamilton

Nathan, Tom and Stockers managed to quickly find the token spirit of Tassie mental case for the night and took a turn for the worse when they were offered some of his candy, ironically, this guy at one point in the night had two of (what we thought were) his daughters with him, however come morning he left the boat on his lonesome. We too thought it was time to jump ship and start the drive down to Hobart, however before we did that a toilet break was needed, unfortunately a sign read the toilets were closed due to flooding, who knows what happened there?

The drive down was started with Stockers loosing most of the bolts from his exhaust after about 50km, so whilst fixing that I thought it was probably a good time to call the boss and let him know I was feeling a little under the weather, to which he was fine with, because it was the truth, I just didn’t say where or why I was feeling under the weather. Exhaust fixed, boss notified, back on the road. Now Tassie cops have always been pretty good with us, however when one started following us in two bumperless, unregistered JZX100’s an unregistered R32 and a dirty old banged up bucket of bent metal sprinter I thought we had gone too far this time, 20km’s they let us sweat for, then just went around us, seriously, when are they going to give me the reaming I so desperately deserve?

Game day dawned, off to the track we headed, at a nice and early time for once. However there still wasn’t enough time spared for my unexpected turbo oil feed line stripping out of the block for a repair… or was there? Deloraine districts finest Disco Dave Dennis and I got on the job quickly, tapped a new thread through the mangled random sized one in the block, cut the thread off a brand new rack end, drilled a hole down the center of it, then a hole across it, put it in the block and bolted the line to it with a wheel nut. Seriously, WHO THINKS OF THAT? (Martin Croall of Tasmanian mobile mechanics did, but shh). With that done it was time to hit the track.

Matt W and Stockers borrowing a bit of sheet metal

As usual, my first couple of laps I did my house chores of mowing the lawns and cleaning the ripple strips but it soon came back to me. Stockers was figuring out the track very quickly and putting down some good laps, Nick too was getting better lines and angle every lap, Matt Whitcroft was seedily taking photos of young girls in the pits, Tom did some laps before having some car trouble, Nath would have probably been sobering up from the night before and Ash would have been doing something. Yes, it was a Victorian family affair.

Myself entering Turn 1

Tom cutting loose

Nick doing biz

Helped by a few big Tasmanian names being missing, the Vic boys all qualified quite well, still no one was able to match the usual big guns Lloyd Smith and Michael Truscott. Unfortunately however Tom was forced out of the battles due to his borrowed car having some mechanical issues. Nick Wilson was knocked out in the top 16 by Andrew Goss, Nick said he let Gossy (who doubles as our accommodation, yep that’s right, we sleep in him) win as otherwise he would have to sleep outside in the surprisingly not-so-cold Tasmanian weather. Stockers went through to the top eight after having a tough battle with Nick Wedd in his shiny new ride and I managed to knock out Martin Croall in his brand new LS powered S13, I think Martin should source sponsorship from hearing aid companies, because that car of his will send some people seriously deaf.

Stockers vs Truscott
Stockers vs Truscott

Top eight saw Stockers put up a massive fight against a Tactical Truscott, but unfortunately in the end Stockers clearly hadn’t threatened him with a big old “COME AT ME BRO” and got shut down. While I went up against Brad Smith who seemed to have really stepped it up as our battle went through to a re-run, after which I just managed to advance, only to have to battle his younger brother Lloyd in the 1UZ mutant KE70. My lead run I surprisingly manage to pull a small gap from Lloyd and felt very confident. I then put my ear plugs in for the chase run, they were not needed as by the end of the front straight a gap had formed and ultimately ended the day for me, I managed to catch him quite a bit but I suppose it was too little too late.

The battle for third came down to Gossy and I. I pondered my decision, was I to win, and bask in the glory, laugh in the face of Goss? Or was I to loose? And retain my bed inside his house and not have to sleep in the wilderness of Hobart? The former was decided and I “let” the big man claim the third place honours. Full credit to him, he has certainly stepped it up lately, I felt in my chase run that I was really pushing hard to stay up on his door.

Overall the standings saw Lloyd Smith back on top, followed by Truscott, Goss in third and myself in fourth.

But wait, there’s more.

The thing with drifting in Tasmania, the community is very tight knit (NO, not what your thinking, get your mind out of the gutter you pig, just because its Tassie and I said “tight knit” doesn’t mean…) so there is always after event celebrations which usually lead on well into the night. This weekend was no exception. Considering Nath pretty much hadn’t stopped drinking since Thursday, or maybe Wednesday, last week, we got straight onto phoning a taxi, not just a regular taxi, a MAXI TAXI. Now this taxi driver was a little wild, we couldn’t hear over A-kon blasting from the blown speakers, we couldn’t sit up straight from the amounts of understeer we were experiencing through the round-a-bouts but my god, I still managed to plank the shit out of three rows of seats. Arriving at sublime we were greeted by a nice Melbourne styled knife fight out the front, nothing out of the usual, pretty sure as Mr. Knife Man was prompted to again “come at me bro” the knife was dropped and he ran. Time for dinner.

Myself planking in A MAXI TAXI

Now we decided to walk to a new venue, not much to do while walking through Hobart, EXCEPT PLANK EVERYTHING. Matt Whitcroft lead the charge with a nice shop roof plank, however Nath quickly backed it up with a plank across two phone boxes. Nick failed miserably with a pathetic excuse for a plank on a taxi, but Tom bought the standard back up with a nice boat bow plank on the waterfront, which must have made Nath a bit upset that he was being outdone, so a boat may have been untied and pushed away, I can’t confirm or deny this. Some lovely young ladies in the park were told to get off a bench because it was for planking purposes only, to which they replied to just plank them, a good idea until we noticed it wasn’t three girls, just one with three heads. However there were some other girls who had come up with a new fad called “oh-yeah” (basically vertical dry humping) who were much more aesthetically pleasing, until one had a stumble and cut her toe to which Gossy used his first aid knowledge to bandage it up with some leaves. Nice one Gossy (he still went home alone).


I have no idea where the night headed after this, I remember Nath introducing a club to a thing called shuffling, it was quite amusing watching the whole dance floor at a club try and imitate one person’s moves, that look somewhat like someone having a fit standing up. However as 5am struck it was time to go home, with who else but the same taxi driver who drove us there in the first place (stalking creep). As tired as we all were, the driver still insisted on finding us some company, and proceeded to ask all the passed out gutter girls if they wanted to come with us, surprisingly none did, so we went home.

Sunday was a very slow day, I fixed up the car a little and in the late afternoon headed to the airport to fly home, only to be delayed by two hours (thanks tiger). The others stayed another night and got the old familiar boat home with their road vessels.

A big thanks again goes out to Karl and the guys at Unique automotive, Nath at Ascend automotive and JDI fabrications. Also, Gossy for the always welcoming accommodation and the Drifting Tasmania committee for again putting on another great event.

Unfortunately as much fun as we had the weekend ended on a sad note with the passing of Nath’s pop on Monday morning, for those of you who know Nathan Saunders and his pop Kevin you would know how close they were as family, friends, even housemates. I only met Kevin a handful of times however the close bond between he and Nathan, always helping at the track, giving Nath lifts here and there and the other things behind the scenes show how much of a nice, genuine person he was My deepest sympathies go out to Nath, his brother and the rest of their family. R.I.P. Kevin Saunders.

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Matt “I racked these pictures from my girlfriend” Russell – This time at Drift Attack

Well Japan was amazing as always, a big thanks to the guys at K-Tours (Erin & Shane) as well as all the guys on the trip! Everyone had a rad attitude which always helps.
I will have a few posts giving an insight into what happened but if you cant wait our boyyyyy Casey just released this blog post on Speedhunters. It features photos which are 28 times better then anything i took and probably fill in a lot more info 😛

Check it out here

Now onto Matt’s Story! This time from Drift Attack at Winton.

What’s happening?

It sprung to my mind as my alarm rang at 4AM, little did I know, this would probably be the most frequently asked question all day.

Its rare that I wake up so early for a drift event, usually I stay within close proximity to the track and get to sleep as long as possible, but due to Karl being a girl and needing to be a socialite we headed up to Vic Drift’s Drift Attack early on a cold, frosty saturday morning. The 1 hour and 45 minute drive quickly turned into a 3 hour drive, helped along with the fact that the ever economical Holden Malooo (bro) ute that was following us up used up its remaining quarter tank of fuel in about 80km’s, susequently forcing us into looking for a servo. Now becuase it was so early, the first servo we passed was closed, as soldiered on into the darkness we came upon another servo, also closed. We realised at this point the Malooo didnt have much hope, so my jerry can was raided and we were back on the road.

As we edged ever closer to Winton we were greeted by a lovely, hairy old man on a bike, picking up half done cans off the footpath from the night before, doing his bit for the environment by finishing them off before throwing the cans back on the ground. Dont want those fish getting drunk now do we. Such a classy, well presented man made me realise, we had made it to Benella, so the skids were smelling close.

As we sat in drivers breifing whilst we were supposed to be out for practise, it dawned on me that this was going to be a VERY long day. As the head judge got to the new testament of the bible, most people had had enough and were busting on converting some rubber to smoke, so we hit the track. Well, what a wake up call that was. Having not driven since DSC in Mallala (thanks loss of license) it was fair to say I was a little rusty and with all the time I spent in the dirt I was also quite dusty. I simply did not get a single clean lap. The second session, I was a new man, I had new tyres on, I kicked my passenger out so that I could yell and abuse myself for messing up without covering the passenger in blood and things started working. Until I got a little too happy and popped a tyre, track time is track time though, so the foot stayed down.

Qualifyed 14th, I was happy with that considering it was my first ever pro class event, plus it was two spots in front of Leigh Skidwell. Now im not one to brag, but its different with Leigh. So everyone add him to facebook and just ask where he qualifyed again, then rub it in a little. Anyway, I managed to draw Hai from the insane drifters for my battle in the top 32, which worried me a little. However I seemed to put in a decent lead run

(YEAH MEZ, LOOK AT THAT! A VIDEO, HAVE A LAUGH BECAUSE I CANT WORK A CAMERA BUT LOOK WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SOMEONE ELSE KNOWS HOW TO, I GET FOOTAGE, MOVING FOOTAGE) then due to Hai making a bit of a mistake in my chase run, I was able to go past him and take the win.

Top 16 battle was a whole other story. I came up against Josh De Vries from the Project D, blaze unit team. I was chasing first, after a short drag race at the start line in which I was left behind I managed to catch a little, but no where near enough to be handed the advantage. In the lead run things got interesting, as I switched through the small S bend out of the sweeper, I heard a noise. Now for those of you who have seen my car, strange noises wouldn’t come as a surprise, even I myself thought something irrelevant was falling off the car as usual, like the petrol tank, but nope, as I kept heading into the sweeper I realised I had a flat cause by a long lengthy divorce of my bead from the rim. I suppose thats what happens when you run 195’s on a 10″ rim with a pressure thats flatter than a 11 year old Chinese girls chest. Luckily for me, Josh had suffered a mechanical issue (excuse for being scared more like it, ha) in the first corner. So I still managed to advance to the top 8.

In the top 8 I was up against a bloke by the name of Mooka in a black R33. His name scared me a little as I wasnt sure what “mooking” was but I value my health and wellbeing (pff, no I dont) and didnt want to find out. As he chased me, the sound of his gate was enough to get me shaking in my 4 inch heeled boots, but I kept it together. In my chase run however, I had an awesome moment of failure and decided the lawn needed a mow so 4th gear proceeded to cut the grass out the outside of the sweeper. With that being said, my hopes and dreams of winning some money to afford a mothers day present for mum were over.

Now, as absolutely no one had any idea what was happening, which wasnt helped by having no P.A. system or commentator, it was time to kick back and relax. Then of course we remembered all that Winton sell is xxxx beer, so we packed up and ran as far away from there as possible.

Congratulations goes out to the guys on top:

Leighton Fine.
Makr Ure.
Nigel Peitrie.
Nathan Weissel.

Nic Feroni.
Justin Stockley.
Jason Roper.
Robert Macready.

Leigh “UnLeighliable” Pidwell snached the extreme entry comp with a nice backward entry into turn seven. Goes to show that his own / JDI knuckles really do work.

Not as an eventful event as my previous couple in my eyes, probably why my write up is lacking and I have to make cracks at myself about wearing womens shoes, but you know what? They are comfortable, so I dont care what you say.

Big thanks again to Karl and the guys at Unique automotive in Lilydale and JDI fabrications. Also my beautiful Girlfriend Nicole for the photos!

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WreckEm Meihan

Mez is currently over in Japan filming his little heart out, god bless him. Unfortunately for me I am stuck at home working missing out on all the action and fun.

Mez shall be bringing home the goods no doubt! from the small conversations we have had things are shaping up to be great for our next DVD and we can not wait to start getting it all together!

Here is a little clip from the WreckEm Meihan day

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Matt “No Pictures” Russell with the lowdown

Once again our man Matt “No Pictures” Russell supplies a story from his weekend of drift. This time its Drift Supercup at Mallala in Adelaide. We will have to get one of his ‘mates’ to acquire him a camera for his next trip!

For your visual pleasure here are some pictures racked from facebook to aid in the story.

Leigh Pidwell, Matt Russel.

Albert Smart

Davey Clarke

Well its now Tuesday evening and I think I have finally got the last of the S.A. water taste out of my mouth. You guys need to sort that out, its like I do my teeth, then rinse and have to do my teeth all over again.

Massive long weekend for me. Started on Thursday getting up at 5.30 for work, not long later Nick Wilson calls to say that theres drama’s with his tow driver and car, and is on his way to find his own tow car but he does’nt want to do the trip to Adelaide on his own, so I think to myself, who would be a suitable passenger? This person must not only be loud, full of random knowledge that no one really needs to know, speak Spanish, Indonesian, German and Japanese, some Indian (its Adelaide after all, got to be prepared for anything) and be slightly annoying enough to keep someone awake for 9 hours. Albert Smart seemed the perfect option, but a back up was needed. Who has no job or any real commitment’s and therefore would definatly be free to accompany someone to Adelaide, you guessed it, Leigh “registered sex-offender” Pidwell. Now that was sorted, I could get on with my day.

Eventually after numerous delays throughout the afternoon and evening we were ready to leave at 10pm, so myself and Karl Matatassoniniousosopolous hopped into the “Five leedah” wagon and with Nick following in the Prado with the remaining two members of the A-team we were Adelaide bound. As you can expect, such a long drive was’nt too exciting, so I wont go into this really. There were a few stops along the way but basically as the clock struck 7am S.A. time (

The day seems to drag on, with everyone too tired to do anything, yet not willing to destroy sleeping habits by sleeping all day we sat around doing nothing. Leigh explained it was a strange feeling to be awake at 10am, something he has’nt done since he was 13 years old aparantly, so to celebrate, a $24-a slab beer was cracked and by 6.30 we were asleep on the couches.

Finally saturday, as I had never seen the track before I was itching to get there, some say it was crabs, but I say it was excitement. As we rolled into the track we were greeted by clouds, not a friendly sight. The rain carried on throught the morning, making for some interesting runs for myself having never driven the track, nor driven my car in the wet. I couldnt figure out why my car was going to full lock then getting stuck there. Sure enough I had snapped my lock stop off and my knuckle (JDI track spec, for those of you playing at home) was getting stuck ontop of my LCA. After much deliberation and qualifying quickly approaching it only seemed logical to cable tie a C-spanner to my LCA as a lock stop (take that scrutineering). Worked perfectly all weekend.

Qualifying went down well, It dried up and I was loving the track. I kept my eye on the sky and managed to complete my final qualifying run as the rain started to fall on my windscreen. I ended up 5th qualifyer which i was pretty happy with. Nick Wilson put in a good effort to make 9th. Meanwhile over in pro, im not sure where fellow Victorian Matt Goodlet qualifyed but he certainly was putting in some nice lines in his crab walking 32. Unfortunatly speaking of 32’s, Chris Johnson managed to smash some tight box… ah, gearbox which ended his day quickly.

Saturday night was spent under a car on a outdoor hoist dropping Chris’s busted box and watching Karl, the guru of everything go to work rebuilding. Typical of Leigh, as soon as hard work was mentioned at the track, he decided to leave with someone else. However when the person who Leigh was meant to be with called me asking if I had seen him I knew Leigh would be in full form. The local primary schools were notifyed and police were on call.

Sunday comes around, time to get down to business. Leigh turned up looking a little worse for wear and not having any idea where he had really been. Nick and myself both managed to be bi, I mean, get a bye in the top 32 which very nicely meant we went straight into the top 16. Unfortunatly Nick came up against one of the top qualifyers in a 31 and was knocked out, whilst I had a tough battle with Kelly Wong in her Cefiro and eventually got through to the top eight. I struck it pretty lucky with the weather on the sunday, it always seemed to dry up before my battles. The top 8, I mangaed to knock out the “Urban Chicken R33”, such a strange name for a car, yet it did make me quite hungry. Food was in order, so over to the cheap health food vans for some quality grub, however my appetite was somewhat ruined by a young mother-to-be telling me how it would be so much easier if they just ripped babies out by the f*c*ing legs. Good god, where was Albert when you needed him.

The top four saw my having to battle the number one qualifyer. I knew it would be hard, but I seemed to handle my chase run reletively well however I cracked under pressure in my lead run and put the sprinter backwards in the first corner, effectively ending my aspirations to battle Davey Clarke (life long dream) in the final. Instead I went into the battle for third with Phil Branson(?) who luckily for me was having clutch issues which allowed me to go under him in my chase run and take the battle for third place.

All in all a good weekend I thought. The car still runs, no one is locked up and Racin’ Jason (Commentator) finally worked out that my name is in fact Matt and not Mitchell. Big congratulations too all the competitors, especially Davey Clarke (1st, street), Adam (or Aaron? Sorry man) Cece (2nd, street). Also Simon Michelmore, Tom Monkhouse and Christian Pickering (top three in pro).

Theres one thing I must ask though, why are we Victorians know as Mexicans over there, Is’nt Mexico usually regarded as South of the border? Last map I looked at we were East of you guys. Oh well, we can let that slip as you know how to put together a damn good event with some damn good drivers. Kudos to you Drift supercup / Mallala raceway.

I would like to thank Karl at Unique Automotive
– Matt Russell