For the love of burnt rubber and beautiful chaos
If heaven had horsepower, it would look a lot like the GAS Motor Show 2025 a two-day automotive adrenaline rush held at Durban’s Suncoast. From the roar of turbo-charged beasts to the hypnotic haze of burnt rubber, this event didn’t just entertain it exploded into our hearts like a NOS shot on a drag strip.
As I walked through the gates, I was hit by a wave of pure euphoria. I’m not exaggerating when I say I almost cried tears of joy at the sound of engines growling like mechanical lions. This wasn’t just a car show. It was a spiritual awakening fuel-scented and throttle-induced.
The entrance offered a showroom spectacular enough to make even seasoned gearheads gasp – cars from the Dezzi Race Team to custom rides repping Studio 88. But before you could even comprehend what was happening you were welcomed by the Monster Energy stand. Free drinks? Check. Photo ops with the stunning Monster girls? Double check. At that point, the only thing revving harder than the cars was my heartbeat.
But the real action? That lived on the tar, baby. A slow stroll toward the main arena gave way to an automotive fever dream. Sound cars blasted bass heavy enough to realign your spine, while fully done-up customs from the legendary Shelby Cobra to the modern muscle of the Toyota Supra GR dazzled onlookers.
And the people? Oh, the people. Petrolheads from every corner of KZN and South Africa showed up in full force, their enthusiasm louder than any exhaust note.
Then came the spinners.
When those rubber-scorching daredevils hit the track, time stood still. Male and female spinners alike ruled the asphalt with fearless flair, proving once and for all that when it comes to death-defying doughnuts, South Africans don’t play they dominate.
But wait… did someone say stunt god?
Enter the impossibly cool Didi Bizzarro, who didn’t just light up the stage… he nearly literally did. With flames flying and bikes defying gravity, he owned every heart (and probably a few phone wallpapers now).
Of course, no show is complete without drama, and the GAS Show had its cinematic moment: during a stunt, one car burst into flames mid-performance. But before you could even shout “fire!”, the safety crew swooped in like Fast & Furious extras, extinguishing the blaze and escorting the driver and passenger safely away. Nobody was hurt, but everyone’s jaw was permanently on the floor.
As if that wasn’t enough, the food court was a gastronomic road trip from Durban’s bunny chow to Tokyo Street eats, the only time I parked was to grab a bite between tyre squeals.
The GAS Motor Show 2025 wasn’t just an event. It was a revolution on wheels. If you’ve never attended, do yourself a favour: add it to your bucket list now. Just don’t blame me if you leave with a mild addiction to engine fumes and the sudden urge to drift your mom’s car in the driveway.
Viva la vroom.