I suspect it started as an advertising line to leverage off the Bathurst 1000 but now it seems to be gaining in both popularity and use.

In a world where there are far more important things to get upset about, I can't see it as being any bad thing.

Corny? Yes, and probably commercial as well, but at least it's ours and no other city can ever hope to take it from us.

So can I be the first to wish you a happy Bathurst Day - I hope it's going to be a good one.

Of course, just what constitutes a good one will depend on which driver you support, which car make you follow and whether you give a damn about the Supercars in the first place.

You might want rain and crashes on the Mount, or you might prefer dry conditions and hard, fast racing.

You might even prefer to be out in the garden giving your lawn one last good drink before extreme restrictions come into effect tomorrow.

But regardless of how you view the race, one thing's for certain: there's no ignoring it.

Bathurst has been taken over by the race over the past week or so and our roads will be clogged again tomorrow morning as the fans make their way back home.

Race Week is a spectacle, a thrill, a festival and a pain all rolled into one, but our city is far the richer for hosting it.

Let's embrace it, warts and all.

And let's embrace happy Bathurst Day - the noisiest day of the year.