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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