Yes, it was Mardi Gras. You have a good memory.
I clearly remember a patched guy face down in the gutter up by Chez Eelco but he looked very slightly built and was probably only 16 or so.
I thought to myself "Bloody hell, what's brought you to this"?
They used to rock up to gas stations en mass and fuel up then all just piss off down the road. The cops never did anything about it, what could they do? Then the police used to "escort" them when they were on a run. A car at the front and one at the back.
I kind of wanted to join with a gang but I was some middle class white boy and too young really. I liked the "Fuck you" concept and still do today, to a degree.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
I'm livin' the dream.
Ha yeah well unless you were invited within the gates back then the deals were well...less than glamourousthey had the reputation of the last port of call despiration measure if you were chasing some herb....2 racehorse tinnies,plus they had a rep for lacing the tinnies with horse tranqiliser. Most others were considrably better with quantity
Not so lucky waking up after a party miles away from where the party was with no idea or memory of how you got where you were
I didn't have many dealings with the Highways due to their being carefully watched by the cops, but spent a fair bit of time & dealings with the Devil's Henchmen as a mate lived with one of their prospects
I still say "lucky bastard". Good drugs are so hard to find these days eh? And waking up 'somewhere else' is just part of the fun. (If you wake up, that is.)
Yeah, back patches do tend to attract the attention of Johnny Law don't they? The 'easy' target and all that; I'd much rather travel incog-magneto. (A bright spark you can't see.)
A girlfriend once asked " Why is it you seem to prefer to race, than spend time with me ?"
The answer was simple ! "I'll prolly get bored with racing too, once i've nailed it !"
Bowls can wait !
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