Does The Mountain care?

This year the race for Bathurst glory began on the same day Ford killed the Aussie Falcon. Cameron Kirby took HSV’s new Clubsport Track Edition to the spiritual home of Ford and Holden’s rivalry to discover whether passion trumped pathos

IT’S 8:45am on Friday, October 7, and I’m at Tullamarine to collect snapper Wielecki for our bittersweet roadtrip. This will be my first big drive in an HSV, and not just any model but the newly minted Clubsport Track Edition, complete with bigger brakes, a more responsive engine and racier suspension, making it the most track-focused HSV to date. Perfect for a blast to the greatest race track in Australia, Mount Panorama.

Bittersweet because my first drive in an HSV could also be my last.

It’s not my fault I was born in 1993, six years after HSV began, or that I only got my licence as HSV celebrated its 23rd anniversary, when the 375kW W427 was already two years old. And I’m definitely not to blame for getting to Wheels just two years before Holden stops building Commodores, leaving HSV with nothing but imports to fettle.

Blame the politicians. Blame shortsighted industry bosses. Blame SUV-buying mums and dads. Just don’t blame me.

The mission is to spank the Track Edition from Melbourne to Bathurst in time for The Great Race.

We’ll avoid the straight-n-drowsy Hume and find every backroad possible to test the Track’s honed abilities. But we’ve only got a day to get there because the other half of our mission is to sample the mood on The Hill.

Coincidence or not, Ford Australia has chosen to bring the shutters down on its Broadmeadows and Geelong assembly plants on the same day that the V8s hit Mount Panorama for qualifying. And Wheels wants to know what Australia’s most passionate tin-top fans think about our big Aussie cars departing this wide brown land. Cars that were so much a part of our culture, our national identity, have withered from consumer neglect to the point where they’re no longer production viable.

The death knock. Does the average bloke on The Hill care? Does his wife, his family, his friends?

Let’s find out. But first, we have to get there.

AT 10.30am, just as the last Falcon has completed its journey to the very end of the Broadmeadows production line, we peel off the Hume Highway for Shepparton... and say hello to Ian Griffith, a fifthgeneration canola farmer from a family whose history of working this land stretches back three-times’ the Falcon’s measly 56 years. While Wielecki puts the Prussian Steel Clubsport among the sunshine yellow canola fields, I take Ian’s Falcon pulse.

“It is a real shame that Ford is closing down,” he says with a sigh, leaning against one of the trailers of his


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B-double. “Back in the ’60s and ’70s everyone would get a fair wage and the bosses still earned money. Now it’s all cut-throat. Every penny counts.”

Ian fits your typical image of a farmer. Weathered, calloused hands from time toiling the soil; a deeply furrowed brow tells me he’s knows a hard day’s work.

An Australian flag adorns the yard outside Ian’s homestead. National pride runs deep with the Griffiths.

His wife drives a new Holden Commodore, and he truly believes owning an Australian car is important. “But it is hard nowadays,” he says. “It’s a bit like all the farm equipment; you can’t get anything Aussie-built anymore. I have to get American stuff imported.”

While it would be easy to listen to more of Ian’s musings, the Mountain is calling, so we push north into Jerilderie, once the fertile poaching ground for another Australian legend, Ned Kelly.

Unlike that stovepipe-wearing bushranger, the HSV Track Edition’s visual changes are subtle: blacked-out badges and a lack of signage on the bootlid. Inside, there are Track Edition plaques on the door sills and below the shifter. The most obvious tactile adjustment over the standard R8 is an Alcantara-clad wheel. The wheel stands out as a highlight, and a feature HSV should put on the options list for its other vehicles.

The LS3 engine means you lose power (340kW compared to 400kW) and the signature blower wine of the supercharged LSA, but gain a more responsive throttle. Designed to be more tactile on track, the LS3 sacrifices outright speed for better useability.

Despite the lack of a blower, the Track Edition still sings a fine tune, letting out a sharp bark at start-up, and crackling nicely off the throttle. However, it’s a sad day when a company puts a ‘sound enhancer’ (which feeds extra engine noise into the cabin) on a car with a 6.2-litre V8. At least it isn’t artificially enhanced through the Bose speakers inside the cabin.

The other Track Edition changes are hidden inside shiny 20-inch wheels from the GTS; 390mm two-piece brake discs up front and 367mm drilled single-piece discs in the rear are grasped by forged six-piston AP Racing calipers previously reserved for the HSV GTS flagship. The imposing set-up scrubs off speed forcefully, but despite their considerable stopping power won’t put your face through the windshield every time you think of slowing down. There’s great feedback through the pedal.

The Track Edition also brings a stiffer suspension tune with spring and damper rates increased to reduce bodyroll. This means you can pitch into corners at unreasonably high speeds, but also makes time in the car more punishing (more on that later).

Still, it eats the miles easily; coupling cruise control with the heads-up display means that keeping track

of speed on the straight sections of road to Griffith is easy, keeping me on the right side of the boys in blue.

The rivers here have swollen to breaking point after weeks of heavy rain, the vast plains now drenched and flooded. An onslaught of mosquitoes of horror-flick proportions is so thick that it sounds like we’re driving through rain as they splatter across the grille for the last 50km into Griffith.

WE START day two at sunrise, heading east towards Ardlethan, and encounter a crop-duster, flying close to the ground. The anonymous pilot swoops low, a wing slicing under the canopy of the field’s lone tree before buzzing us. It’s an awe-inspiring sight.

We stop for breakfast in Ardlethan, a sleepy little town with a café, newsagent and general store all rolled into one. As we speak with shopkeeper Sophie, her mother Leanne and stepfather Glen arrive with son Zacariah. Interest turns to the HSV parked outside.

Cars like this don’t often roll through Ardlethan. A rev of the V8 for young Zac brings more locals out from the woodwork; the HSV is a major attraction. A few quick laps of the main drag demonstrate the Track Edition’s impressive speed and roar. Performance mode means the ESP and traction control give enough slip to feel like a hero but stops you from becoming a zero with a bent car. It’s smiles all around in the cabin.

However, this tighter, more ‘track-focused’ HSV does have its weaknesses. On undulating country highways the stiffer suspension means you become acutely aware of every ounce of fat on your body. The car jiggles constantly, those nestled in the leather-clad seats never able to settle. I realise it’s time to start a diet.

Before we begin our final blast into Bathurst, we detour into a town called Wombat because, well, it’s a town called Wombat. Consisting almost entirely of a pub and a small sculpture of its namesake, we use the word ‘town’ loosely.

But when we reach Cowra I begin to feel the hype of Bathurst. The Mountain is still 100km off, but its presence can be felt. Outside a pub sits an E-Series HSV and a VL Walkinshaw SS – it’s a family reunion of sorts. There’s also an increased police presence; all eight highway patrol cars we pass during the trip are located in this final section of road.

The significance of the trip begins to sink in. Here I am driving one of the last Aussie V8s to the most sacred piece of bitumen in Australia, a place where legends are made and childhood dreams realised. And on the weekend that marks 10 years since Peter Brock’s death as well as the Falcon’s end. It would be a fine time to become emotional if I wasn’t so excited.

BATHURST looms into sight late on Saturday afternoon, just in time for the Top 10 Shootout. The top of Mount Panorama is a sea of people; this is destined

to be the second-largest crowd in Bathurst 1000 history.

For many, camping here is a ritual, something that’s been done for generations. Most just pitch tents, others haul caravans or drive motorhomes, making the campground like any other. But the larger groups band together, constructing temporary structures, which turn into makeshift bars, a central hub for their merry crews. These are the veterans who have been coming for decades, and lay claim to the prime camping positions.

One, located directly opposite the McPhillamy Park section of track, is easily identifiable thanks to a huge banner draped across the front: Wobbly Boot Bowling Club. Fifty or more patrons wear matching shirts, with the Southern Cross across the chest and a tribute to Peter Brock on the back.

The patriarch of this group is a bloke who goes by the name Freddy Phud-pucker. He’s been coming to Bathurst for 35 years. It’s before midday, but Freddy is already several beers deep. The VB in his hand sways and his words come out slurred. He bristles when conversation moves to the death of the Falcon. “It’s shit we’ve got a country this size and soon enough we won’t be able to build a car,” he announces, before turning to what would become a common theme: “It’s the bloody government’s fault!”

“That free trade agreement killed us,” chimes another. Which free trade agreement he means is unclear, but he’s certainly unhappy about it.

Remembering The King

This year marked the 10th anniversary of the death of Peter Brock, the undisputed King of the Mountain. Many fans respected the great man with the traditional shirts and banners, while others went further and drove special tribute cars. Supercars Australia arranged a parade of cars Brock raced at Bathurst, driven by past winners of the Peter Brock Trophy – which has been awarded to the Bathurst 1000 victors since 2006. Then, on lap five of The Great Race, the entire crowd gave the field a standing ovation, a spine-tingling salute to a national hero who transcended tribal loyalties.

Despite the name, the Wobbly Boot Bowling Club doesn’t actually play Lawn Bowls. Nor do they watch the racing. Instead of walking 10 metres for a clean line of sight of one of the best bits of race track in the world, they sit, drink slushies, crush tinnies and heckle anyone who crosses their path.

Dave from Sydney has been coming to watch the Bathurst 1000 for 17 years. Wearing a straw cowboy hat and polo shirt, he leans over an esky turned makeshift buggy, surrounded by mates. As the sun beats down, Dave quenches his thirst with a XXXX.

He says the closure of Ford’s production in Australia is disappointing. A Holden man through and through, he likens the death of the Falcon to losing a good mate.

“You can’t brag about being the best if you don’t have someone to beat.”

But there is also patriotism to be found in the moment. “It gives you pride that the last Ford engine was put in manually, and that it was the Barra [in-line six]. Aussie men putting in an Aussie engine, the good ol’-fashioned way. A proper send-off”.

Not everyone is torn up about the death of local manufacturing. Drew has travelled from Newcastle and wears a shirt that lists every year he has been trackside for The Great Race, dating back to 1992. The topic of Broadmeadows closing brings a simple shrug of the shoulders as he holds a sausage sanga in one hand and BBQ sauce stains his shirt. He can’t stand still, constantly shifting his weight. “Yeah, it’s sad I guess, but it doesn’t bother me.” He’s here to drink beer and watch cars race. It doesn’t matter what goes on, as long as it’s fast.

Despite rare patches of indifference to the demise of local car manufacturing, there’s an unbridled passion you can only find at Mount Panorama. There are tribute banners and flags, and plenty of tattoos.

One bloke has Peter Brock’s signature marked across his heart; he says his name doesn’t matter, just that he’s been coming here for 16 years, and Holdens are God’s gift to the planet. Shirtless, manning a barbeque, sweat covering his body, clutching a beer can like his life depends on it, he reveals the internal turmoil he feels about the Falcon’s death: “It’s a letdown. I’ve hated Ford all my life, but now I’m forced to feel sad for ’em.”

“Holden and Ford saved Australia,” he adds after a swig. “Our economy was nowhere in 1942. But then Ford and Holden gave everyone a job. They saved us and what do we do? Kick ’em to the curb! Disgraceful.”

FOR the Blue Oval faithful, this weekend hurts the most, but watching the race makes things easier. Mike and his mate from Melbourne have been coming for 30 years. They wear matching wigs and shirts. Both Ford men, they say the loss of the Falcon hurts but that a

The biggest carpark in Oz

Okay, it may not be literally the biggest carpark in the country, but it would be close when you consider there are more than 6500 allotments within the camping area for Mount Panorama’s biggest weekend. The carparks and campgrounds provide an interesting insight into the cars Australia’s most passionate motorsport fans pay money for. At the top of the mountain there were your usual Commodores and Falcons, but they definitely weren’t the majority. No, the Holden v Ford battle has transitioned to dual-cab utes. But in the parking areas and campgrounds, the Blue Oval and General’s Lion had plenty of competition from foreign competitors, and not just utes. Luxury brands like Mercedes-Benz and BMW were well represented with family sedans (C-Class and 3 Series abound) and SUVs. The only exotica to be found were a McLaren 650S and Bentley Continental GT Speed courtesy of NSW Police.

Better the evil you know

Campers at the Bathurst 1000 have a reputation for lawlessness. Riots at the 1985 Easter motorcycle races resulted in alcohol being banned completely at the track for a time.

Stories of burnouts, flipped cars and flaming toilet blocks continue to be shared in admiring tones.

However, a strong police presence and strict enforcement has resulted in punters simmering down. Roaming squads of seven police officers patrol the camps throughout the day, and there’s little trouble.

But the drunken antics of the ’80s have been replaced by something more sinister. Reports of theft from campers were constant during this year’s event.

On arrival at Reid Park, our neighbours warned Wielecki and I of the problem. Sure enough, we returned to camp on Sunday night to find our tents had been opened and belongings pried through.

Thankfully we’d taken all valuable equipment with us.

What would you prefer, two drunks punching each other in the street or a thief who goes through your property?

leopard never changes its spots and the company is still revered. “Ford will still be around,” Mike says, searching for the silver lining.

Like others, Mike blames foreign manufacturers building cars on the cheap. Us versus Them.

For many fans, there’s a feeling of powerlessness. Yes, they are sad that Broadmeadows has closed, but what can you do? Many bought locally built cars, yet simply don’t have the capacity to get torn up over something they cannot control.

You can’t talk Holden and Ford road cars without bringing up the on-track rivalry. That’s the hardest thing for fans to reconcile. Mike is reluctant to discuss the future of Supercars and the Bathurst 1000. Eventually The Great Race won’t have a Ford Falcon on the grid, or a V8 engine, possibly not even a Commodore. Those years aren’t too far away, and for some that’s a bitter pill to swallow.

“The only thing that comes in two litres is milk and orange juice. That’s it,” Mike says.

Our tattooed friend sees it differently. “I don’t care!

I’ll be here to the day I bloody die!” he bellows to grunts of approval from his mates.

It’s not clear what will replace the Falcon on track, while Holden says the imported Commodore will continue to compete in Supercars, just don’t expect eight cylinders under the bonnet.

Many fans will soon have to decide whether to keep watching or turn their backs on something they love, with V8s potentially being joined by twin-turbo V6 powerplants in Supercars from next year. Many stayed on when Nissan, Mercedes-Benz and Volvo broke into the exclusive Ford and Holden club, but is the V8 engine sacred ground? Time will tell.

As for this year’s race, Holden cleaned up the podium. Talk about kicking the Blue Oval faithful while they’re down. It’s a cruel twist of fate, perhaps punishment from the Gods of Mount Panorama for choosing such a sacred weekend to close 91 years of local assembly, and 56 years of Falcon.

The Mountain doesn’t forgive, and it doesn’t forget.

Take note, Holden.

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