Hammo was a mixed experience for us. Sometimes I felt like an old bloke in a beige cardigan towing a caravan with lots of angry drivers stacked up behind me, hooting. Bikie gangs and Ferraris zooming past. People screaming out arcane un-friendly rules. Protest meetings. 180˚ penalties. Fear.
On the other hand, it truly was a spectacle.
Here are some of the professional photos put up on the Hammo website. Simply stunning.
