Published on July 13th, 2014 | by Boris
WOT’S DIS DEN?
It’s the Third Annual Wot’s Den Show and Shine, that’s what.
Wot is a very large and most accommodating fellow who has a biker clothing-and-stuff shop out in the wilds of far western Sydney.
Minchinbury to be precise.
A place where werewolves and zombies have been known to stalk the night, gunshots have been heard echoing in the grim canyons of the industrial estates and gnawed-upon bodies have been found in the cold light of the morning.
And while it was cold the morning Biffa and I ride to Wot’s Den, we did not see any bodies despite getting a bit lost among all the vast warehouses in that part of the world.
“You were in the Army Survey Corps,” I said to Biffa as I handed him a map my computer had spat out the night before.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “But I made them, I don’t read them.”
But he read it anyway and after backtracking a kay or so, we rolled into the M-centre’s carpark and I docked the BIKE ME! Yamaha Project Bike Grey V-Train in among the other show bikes. Its matte greyness swallowed the light coming off the chrome-lashed Harleys and if you walked a few metres away you could no longer see it.
I was very pleased and surprised to see just how big this show has got in this, its third year. There were at least 60 bikes on show, half-a-dozen stalls and a bit of motorcycle royalty wandering about the place in the form of Shawn Giles, Tim Munro and Warren Toombs (whom I didn’t recognise at first because I am old and blinded by suffering).
There were even some hipsters there, which was nice and a few of their bikes were quite snazzy. A few others were rubbish (in terms of aesthetics), but the same can be said for some of the Harleys parked about the place. Still, none of the hipsters who’d got all butt-hurt about a recent article I wrote regarding their advent felt the need to stab me up that morning, so my day was looking bright.
The show raises funds to fight Multiple Sclerosis, an utter cunt of a disease which has claimed a few people I know. It does this via cold coin donations and raffles and thus remains utterly free to attend and to enter your bike. Truly altruistic and worthy of support.
As usual, the carpark provided as much of a bike show as the entries did and there was even a tank there, presumably in case of attack by werewolves or zombies.
All up, a beaut way to spend a cold winter’s day.