Continuing the quest to find the nation’s finest Dagwood Dog, I returned to the pits of Sydney’s Valvolene Raceway on the night of the annual Smash-up Derby. It turns out these legends yearn all racing season to hook up a Port-a-Loo to a caravan, then to the back of a clapped-out Commodore, a Ford or whatever moves when you stick petrol in it.


I reckon everyone’s got some kind of super power. Some folks can do epic cards tricks that make you believe in sorcery, while others can fold fresh bed linen like a ninja… me, I’m a human homing beacon for the ragged characters and weirdos that roam around the places I love to photograph.