IBV Supercar Parade
To begin with, let us start with a seemingly entirely unrelated topic for this post. Facebook. The great social media machine for the masses. Now don’t get me wrong, Facebook has many benefits, as well as many pitfalls. Other than being able to keep up to date with friends/family/brands/pointless arguments, Facebook also presents the user with adverts based on their “interests”. It was through these adverts that my knowledge of the IBV Supercar Club was born.
While scrolling one day through the endless stream of baby and cat photos, I encountered an advert encouraging me to “like” the IBV Supercar Page. While the Facebook advert algorithm had clearly worked as planned – pitching a car related advert to a car enthusiast – I was much more interested about what I found on the actual page. There was talk of a supercar parade happening in the coming weeks. And not just a parade to show off how flashy the cars are… the parade would be attempting to raise one million rand. For charity. And in addition to raising the money, each car would play host to an orphaned child who would be taken along for the once in a lifetime drive.
Usually events of such magnitude are reserved for the glamorous surroundings of Sandton, or the annoying pretentiousness of Cape Town. Having an event of this sort in Durban seemed a bit off the mark, since when one thinks of Durban, the words “supercar” and “millionaires” don’t often come to mind. More often than not, people think of “beach”, “not Cape Town or Joburg”, or affix the word “poison” to Durban. But city shaming aside, the date of the 21st of September 2014 was diarized, and batteries were charged. Shooting the event would be made a bit more challenging by the fact that I was still using my (now) substandard Canon 550D, which lately has the added bonus of a broken autofocus system. Oh well. Let’s go.
The Sunday started off as being an uncharacteristically hot one for September. But then again, this is Durban, and cold is only a word that exists when describing a girl who rejected your advances at Origin. I arrived a bit later than intended due to many reasons outside of my control, but was still greeted to the sight of tons of exotic machinery lining the road outside the Pavilion Hotel. Any hopes of getting photos of the cars as they were arriving were immediately dashed, due to my inability to actually find out what time the event was meant to start. This idea would have to be reserved for when they arrived at Gateway Shopping Centre a bit later on in the day. For now, I wandered around through the line of cars that stretched back for what seemed like miles down the road. In addition to the supercars, there was also a crowd of bikers present to escort the cars and their passengers on their adventure up the coast.
Watching the cars thread their way out towards the freeway, I ran back to my car, hoping to somehow make it to Gateway before the convoy. As it turns out, I had nothing to worry about. Upon arrival at Gateway, I experienced the complete opposite of my arrival earlier on in the morning – instead of being too late, I was now too early. It was later on established that the parade had not gone directly to Gateway, but actually all the way out to Salt Rock, and then back to Umhlanga. The only signs to hint that something was about to happen were the multiple Metro police officers blocking off access to the boulevard to the more proletariat motorists of us (however, pedestrians were still welcome to walk through).
About 20 minutes later, and the rumble of engines could be heard in the distance. Dashing to the opposite side of the boulevard, I managed to capture most of the cars as they streamed in to Gateway. I noticed that out of all the cars, the Ferrari 458 seemed to be a very popular choice, with about 6 of them alone in this parade (and all but one painted in the Ferrari Rosso Corsa red). Commanding a price tag of close to 3 million rand, I need to find out what their owners do for a living, and immediately start doing that myself. Snapping random photos won’t be getting me behind the wheel of my own Ferrari anytime soon.
Once each car had completed the entrance run, they chose a parking spot on the opposite side of the boulevard, and it was here that the crowds gathered. Cellphone toting bystanders were flocking to have their photos taken with the mostly Italian machinery on display. Out of all the cars, the convertible yellow Lamborghini Aventador was attracting a significantly large amount of attention. So much, that two very ominous looking security guards had taken up a post next to it, making sure that none of the onlookers put a scratch in the incredibly expensive bodywork. While they did a good job keeping us poor people away, they couldn’t do anything about the fact that the car was parked underneath a tree, and nothing was stopping a bird from dropping a not-so-golden deposit on the Lambos fine leather interior (luckily, this didn’t happen).
While the general public drooled over cars that we could barely afford the wheels for, the owners had been ushered inside Gateway for a private event, where it was later established that they had broken a world record for the largest amount of money raised by a car parade (and a representative from the Guinness Book Of Records was even on duty to hand over the award). What was I doing? Well, I didn’t even know that the inside function was happening – the third time that day I had somehow failed to keep up to date with what was happening. Regardless, I doubt I could have waltzed in and taken photos. So I was pretty happy doing my thing up and down the boulevard parking area. After an hour or two, I elected to leave the dwindling crowd, and head back to my abode in my not-so-super…car.
In closing, I must commend IBV and their CEO for taking the initiative to do such an event as this. They helped raise money for charity, and took underprivileged kids for a spin in a supercar, all while letting the general public be part of the action. If you’re one of the lucky few people who own a piece of expensive machinery such as the cars pictured here, you can find out more about the IBV Supercar Club by following this link. Once done, contact me. I’d like to take photos of your car!
Out of all the Ferraris and Lambos, I spotted what I believe to be a mid-90’s Mustang sporting a bodykit and paintjob reminiscent of an early Fast And Furious movie. As much as I hate to be otherwise towards a good cause, seriously, how the hell did your car make it in to a supercar parade?