3 DAY BENDER$

Well damn, baby. We be LIVING! The GC 500 rolled around again and ya boy found himself in the bloody BOOST LOUNGE thanks to my brother Boyd Hilder — up in the sky with all the big dogs, suits, and wild units tearing it up. Think Wolf of Wall Street meets V8 Supercars with oysters, beers, and burnout smoke hanging in the air. I’m here for the racing, the mates, the chaos. (I still hate oysters, but I’m involved, ya get me?)

Let’s rewind a bit — last year, I was on photo duty, filming choppers, Boyd was signing autographs, and we were doing big deals. Didn’t even know what I was in for until we were off doing jet ski flips with reality TV stars and partying like it was Schoolies. I pulled the classic move: Red Bulls in short glasses and fake drinking so I could survive work the next day. This year? NO WORK. No excuses. I apologized for last year’s weak effort and promised to go full rogue.

Cam Pianta’s called me four times this week alone — deals, parties, weird motivational speeches about wizard sticks. The energy’s high. This thing feels like Limp Bizkit at Woodstock ’99 — ready to explode. Monster's in the house. Red Bull’s doing their thing. Telstra bloke next to me forgot the race exists because he found the buffet.

Time to show the punters what we do. Boyd throws down a flair, Kieran’s skating like a weapon, Jesse Noonan’s on the mic (flute optional), and Sally Fitzgibbons turns up like a mad dog. Boost is handing out skateboards, kids are screaming — the vibes are large. Demos a wrap, and it’s go-time. We’re heading back to the Boost Lounge for bevs and trackside party energy.

Then it's onto the MONSTER COMPOUND. This place? CHAOS. Harry Bink’s trying to burn out a moto tire. R Willy’s here. Loupos, Toohey, Wooley — the whole gang. Monster Girls by the dozen. There’s a pool on the roof. DJ cranking bangers. Hats flying. I’m fully buzzed, double buzzed, maybe even triple. I'm a bogan beast today — yelling out "CAM WATERS YA MAD C*NT" with a Monster Vodka in hand. We even ended up on live TV… incredible 

Cali Beach Club is ON. No flips this year, but plenty of drinks, sticker slaps and stories getting loose. The Wooley boys are calling Buffalo left and right. I didn’t bring the cam this time — I was too far gone. But don’t worry, the phone’s got some gold. Monster signs, bottle service, dancers, Boyd yelling “Up The Claw!”, it’s all happening.

2AM — SURFERS NIGHTCLUBS

Now look — we don’t usually mess with Surfers Paradise. But it’s GC 500 weekend and the madness is contagious. Dance floor’s packed, the DJ’s firing. Mike Lacey’s in the building (Mike if you see this, i need a Monster gig, I’m your guy). We go full send before smoke bombing out of VIP like ninjas. Lime's back to Boyd’s, the body is fully shutting down.

9:54AM MONDAY — HANGOVER CITY

I’m wrecked. Fully busted. But was it worth it? Absolutely. Would I do it again? Already counting the days. Big shoutout to Boyd, Boost, and Monster for the hospitality. Legends.

3:00pm MONDAY — STILL COOKED. SEND HELP.

Peace out.