The Cranksters have a little tradition – usually around mid-winter when the weather gets real cold and thoughts turn to baked goods, and plenty of ‘em – of meeting early on a Sunday morning and heading up Greenmount Hill, past Mundaring, and up to a wee spot known as Bakers Hill. There’s a small but renowned bake shop where they really know how to make a darn good pie…

If the thought of leaving behind 42 varieties of untasted pies hurts too much, you can always unhitch the caravan and stay the weekend. There’s a Tavern next door for a dram or two of Scottish fluid to warm your heart.

Yesterday was a scorcher, the type of day your shorts are reeaally gonna stick to the vinyl seats!

So a freeway cruise for the roundtrip to Mandurah (about 160kms for us) was a bit of a gamble, when the vintage cooling system tends to be a little hot-tempered. But the clouds rolled in, the temperature dropped somewhat, and it turned out to be a lovely evening (with a welcome breeze in Mandurah).

Turns out the biggest hazard was not overheating, but dodging atomised effluent spraying from a cattle truck en-route. The driver seemed intent on a Duel-type pursuit of the 57 Chev.

Numbers were down this year due to the hot conditions (we saw just 2 Tbirds), but it was a relaxed mid-week cruise. Stalwart Bill wasn’t going to pike out – here’s him running alongside in his beautiful Big Bird.

See a few more pics in the gallery here.