If I’m going to HELL, I’m going in a MOPAR.
Mopar Rumble was a job I just kind of fell into and I wasn’t complaining because I actually have a very big soft spot for all things Mopar. My first car was a 1973 Chrysler Valiant Charger VH Coupe and to this day letting it go is still one of my biggest regrets.
I have gone to quite a few car shows this year, however, this is the first time I’ve been to one in any official capacity. So while there is the obvious camera fodder such as the show and shine and the crowds of people crouched over peering through the windscreens my attention was forcibly drawn to the dragstrip.
I’d never photographed anything like cars hurtling down a dragstrip before so this was an exciting opportunity to try my hand at something new. So from a comfortable perch in the viewing stands, I started to snap off a few frames when I noticed a small spattering of photographers right down where all of the action was.
I was there as an official photographer after all so I found my way to the marshalling area, signed a waiver that said I’d not blame anyone but myself if I died, donned my fluorescent vest then I was right there, trackside!
Really, the only other way I could have been closer to the action would have to be one of the marshalls on the start line or to be driving one of the cars. Seriously, I was grinning like an idiot all day long and I just couldn’t get enough of the sensory overload in front of me.
I was in photographer heaven.
Then the burnout competition started and I thought my head was going to explode. The day just kept getting better and better and I finished the day with the smell of burning rubber, high octane fuel and a tonne of great photos.
I couldn’t have asked for more.