Revs, Bevs and Babes
Bucks mission brief
Built for the crew that wants the day to run itself: no one's on the phone booking a track, no one's standing in a queue wondering if ten blokes can actually get a table on a Saturday night. It starts on the track: helmets on, engines revving, two ten-minute races that turn into the loudest twenty minutes of anyone's week. That argument doesn't die with the engines. It rolls straight into steak o'clock, where the group lands at a reserved table with a beer already in hand and a 250g steak coming their way, cooked exactly how each bloke likes it. The buck doesn't have to fight anyone for the tab either: he's already got a bonus pint sitting in front of him. Then it's straight into the VIP booth, cordoned off and waiting.
Game Plan
$249.00 per person, with a minimum of 12 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Built for the crew that wants the day to run itself: no one's on the phone booking a track, no one's standing in a queue at CQ Bar wondering if ten blokes can actually get a table on a Saturday night. It's all locked in before the first engine turns over.
It starts on the track: helmets on, engines revving, two ten-minute races that turn into the loudest twenty minutes of anyone's week. Nobody's careful out there. Elbows out, brakes late, someone's taking the last corner like it owes him money, and by the time the chequered flag comes down there's already an argument about who actually won.
That argument doesn't die with the engines. It rolls straight into steak o'clock, where the group lands at a reserved table with a beer already in hand and a 250g steak coming their way, cooked exactly how each bloke likes it, fries, salad and gravy on the side. Sport's up on the screens, the group's got their own space, and the bloke who spun out on turn two is going to hear about it through the whole meal.
The buck doesn't have to fight anyone for the tab either: he's already got a bonus pint sitting in front of him, on the house, while the boys work out whether that counts as an unfair advantage for the group photo.
From there it's straight into the VIP booth, cordoned off and waiting, where a beer bucket of four house beers lands in front of the buck to keep him going, and the bar's open for anyone who wants to shout him the next round. That's when the real entertainment shows up: for two hours, a topless waitress works the room, and every ounce of attention in that booth belongs to the man of the hour. This is the Revs, Bevs and Babes moment the group will actually talk about.
And you? You're not the one running around checking on tables or chasing a booking, you're in the booth with everyone else watching the buck's face do something none of you will let him forget.
One Revs, Bevs and Babes runs per date, built as one continuous night for one crew, from the first lap on the track to the last hour in the booth. So check your date now, while the argument that started on the grid is still yours to finish.