Trading Post Perth Challenge
| Venue | Barbagallo Raceway |
| Race Format | |
| Race 1 | |
| - Laps | 50 |
| - Distance | 120 km |
| Race 2 | |
| - Laps | 50 |
| - Distance | 120 km |
| Race 3 | |
| - Laps | 50 |
| - Distance | 120 km |
| Last Race (2012) | |
| Winning Driver | Mark Winterbottom |
| Winning Team | Ford Performance Racing |
| Winning Manufacturer | Ford |
The Chill Perth 360 (formerly known as the Trading Post Perth Challenge) is a V8 Supercar event held annually at Barbagallo Raceway in Western Australia.
The Trading Post Perth Challenge is staged over a three-day weekend (Friday-Sunday). Practice is held on Friday with a 55-minute qualifying session on Saturday, followed by the first of three 120-kilometre (approx. 75-mile) races. The final two races are held on Sunday. The winner of the event is determined by points accumulated over all three races.
In 2009, the round moved from its traditional early season round spot, to the 13th round of the championship.
After a break in 2010, the race returned in 2011 for the weekend of 30 April-2 May.
Read more about Trading Post Perth Challenge: Previous Names, Past Winners
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