It was the last event at which the legendary Bruce Nowacki was crew chief for the Marlboro Holden Dealer Team. Shortly afterwards he suffered a stroke (age 34) and never returned to his former position. What a loss to the team - as Bill Tuckey wrote at the time, what that man didn't know about Holdens could be written in texta on the back of a matchbox. Trained by the even-more-legendary Harry Firth, Bruce knew every trick there was to presenting a winning - while technically legal - race car.
Standing in pit lane watching the pre-race activities, alongside Michael Stahl (most recently editor of Wheels magazine; at that time simply the son of Racing Car News Editor Max Stahl) who drooled over what he called the Penrith Pant-Pant-Pantherettes as they did their stuff on the grid. Michael had an alfasud named Graham, because it looked like his neighbour who had a harelip. Go figure.
It was hot, it was loud, it was grimy - it was fun.
My son's coming with me on Sunday. Nearly 21 and never been to see the V8s. Poor wasted childhood he had. I should be ashamed.