A Night of Fury, Steel, and Unfinished Business

Aghadewey Oval didn’t just host racing tonight — it hosted a reckoning. Under a cold March sky, with floodlights cutting through the mist and engines snarling like caged animals, two divisions tore into the tarmac with something to prove. The crowd packed the banking, breath steaming in the air, waiting for the first green flag to drop. When it did, the night exploded.

1300cc Saloon Stocks

Six Heats. One Final. No Mercy.

From the moment the 1300s rolled out, it was clear this wasn’t going to be a polite evening. The opening heats were a declaration of war between #358 Max Tadd, #621 Jouke Heddema, and #484 Lucas Lee, each refusing to blink first.

It was #621 Heddema who struck the opening blow, slicing through Heat 1 with ruthless precision. #484 Lee answered in Heat 2, muscling their way to the front. #358 Tadd, quiet early on, suddenly ignited — taking Heats 4 and 5 with the confidence of a driver who knew the night would end on their terms.

Every lap was a fistfight. Every corner was a threat. The midfield #H66 Croese, #616 Tresidder, #27 Streets, #644 Elam, #808 McCarthy, #606 Siddle & #777 Gray became a rolling battlefield of elbows‑out aggression and opportunistic lunges.

The Final – A Three‑Way Duel for the Crown

Result: 358, 484, 621, 644, H66, 616, 27, 808, 606, 777

When the grid formed for the Final, the tension was thick enough to taste. Three drivers stood above the rest #358 Tadd, #484 Lee & #621 Heddema, all three knew only one would leave with the glory.

The green dropped. Chaos erupted.

#358 Tadd seized the lead with a brutal, uncompromising opening lap, carving a line through traffic like a blade. #484 Lee stalked them relentlessly, waiting for a mistake that never came. #621 Heddema fought like a cornered animal, but a mid‑race squeeze left them boxed in and forced to settle for third.

When the chequered flag fell, #358 Tadd emerged victorious — battered, brilliant, and absolutely deserving.

National 2L Bangers

Where Speed Meets Destruction

If the 1300s were fierce, the 2L Bangers were feral.

The field was stacked with personalities — PM drivers, TSR representation, entertainers, wreckers, and a few who seemed to have come solely to cause trouble. The atmosphere shifted the moment they fired up: louder, heavier, more dangerous.

Heat Carnage

• F15 opened the night with a statement win, surviving a storm of hits and lunges.
• #616 Tresidder, #808 McCarthy, #358 Tadd, and #484 Lee all threw themselves into the fight with reckless enthusiasm.
• Then came “The Djoek” #621 Heddema — and the tone changed.

Heat 2 belonged to him.
Heat 3 belonged to him.
The track belonged to him.

He drove like a man possessed, threading chaos with unnerving calm while cars clattered, bent, and folded around him.

The Final – “The Djoek’s” Night

Result: #621, #H66, #27, #616, #644, #777, #358, #484, #606

The Final was a warzone. Hits flew early. Cars limped, smoked, and staggered. But through the carnage, #621 Heddema rose again , unshaken, unhurried, unstoppable.

Behind him, #H66 Croese fought tooth and nail for second, while #27 Chris Streets clawed their way to a hard‑earned podium. The PM squad packed the midfield, and [TSR] representation #777 Gary Gray survived the mayhem to bring home a gritty finish.

When #621 Heddema crossed the line, it felt inevitable. Some drivers win races. Tonight, he owned them.

Destruction Derby – The Last Survivor

Winner: #H66 Colin Croese

The night ended in fire and fury. The DD was a brutal, unforgiving slugfest — metal twisting, engines screaming, drivers refusing to die quietly. When the smoke finally cleared, only one machine still moved with intent.

#H66 Croese, battered but unbroken, claimed the final honour of the night.