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14-09-2008, 10:37pm
What would Chopper say? Uncle Chop Chop is the fourth member of this trip. Whenever someone gets whiney or sad, Uncle Chopper is invoked. HARDEN THE F@CK UP!!
We're in Sarina tonight in she shadow of the cooling tower that Bruce built. I hope he did a good job, if it falls over we are stuffed. The noise of the jutebox here in the pub must be enough to shake the foundations.
Today's route doesn't appear to be on our map. We picked the most interesting roads we could find which means we did WELL over 1000kms today, but none of us are sure as we all have crazy-arse sprockets on. Toady's route was Warwick, Toowomba bypass, Crows Nest (a breakfast worth taking a photo of), Nanango, to Gayndar, Mundubbera, then a road that doesn't appear on the map to mt Perry and Gin Gin then the Bruce Highway to Serina a few kms out of Mackay. The last 190kms were in the dark dodging the bloody roos again, we all need to give up the durries if we are going to ge this job done.
Simmo has done a 'finger map' and we figure we might just be able to do this if we don't stuff around. We've knocked Cairns off the map, we are turning and going to Normanton instead, then down to Camoweal and Three Way. That is two days of well over 1000kms again, I hope our arses hold up. I'll be fine (obviously), but the boys are struggling.
The boys are bitching and whinging beside me, apparently I'm not putting enough 'colour' in the story. So what do you want to know? Bruce rolled a guy in a wheeelchair for his cushion, but it is making absolutely no difference for him and Simmo. Simmo would like me to say something nice about his arse, but I'm not so sure what he is after. As we pulled into possibly the roughest pub in town tonight, a bunch of very drunk local girls who were dirty dancing the jutebox all called out, 'oooohhhh bikies!!!' One of them has just thrown up in the courtyard which is being hosed out as we speak, so the boys think they are in with a chance. Bruce is thinking of picking up in the vain hope they might rub his neck. I've just been told that while I was in the shower, one of them grabbed Bruce in a 'meaningful fashion' and introduced herself. I might nut her later to teach her a lesson. One of the boys has wacked his head and is bleeding, so rather than sending him home, they have bandaged him up so he doesn't bleed on the other customers while he is at the bar. I'm stoked, all I came up with was a Banditos bar, Bruce picked this one. Def Lepard is blasting at ear-splitting volume and the pub closes at 2am, so we are going to be tops at 5am. Tomorow night, Simmo gets to chose so we are looking forward to a nudie bar. Can't wait.
Today the roads were beauiful, big open sweepers off the main highway, curving through mountains and river gullies. At one point we went over a bridge that had thousands of fruit trees planted below it. The smell of thousands of citrus trees was a nice break from the road kills. Bruce missed the fruit trees. I nearly got run off the road by a DAMN REDNECK in a four-wheel drive. Fucknuckle, he deliberately swerved to collect me then sped up. I rode up beside Bruce and gave him a completely incomprehensible set of signals that were meant to read, 'LET'S KILL THE CAGE DRIVER!' but I got a wave and a smile and that was good too, but not as satisfying.
We're going to bed now to see if we can sleep. Does Eminem work as a lullaby?
Goodnight, and what would Chopper say.
We're in Sarina tonight in she shadow of the cooling tower that Bruce built. I hope he did a good job, if it falls over we are stuffed. The noise of the jutebox here in the pub must be enough to shake the foundations.
Today's route doesn't appear to be on our map. We picked the most interesting roads we could find which means we did WELL over 1000kms today, but none of us are sure as we all have crazy-arse sprockets on. Toady's route was Warwick, Toowomba bypass, Crows Nest (a breakfast worth taking a photo of), Nanango, to Gayndar, Mundubbera, then a road that doesn't appear on the map to mt Perry and Gin Gin then the Bruce Highway to Serina a few kms out of Mackay. The last 190kms were in the dark dodging the bloody roos again, we all need to give up the durries if we are going to ge this job done.
Simmo has done a 'finger map' and we figure we might just be able to do this if we don't stuff around. We've knocked Cairns off the map, we are turning and going to Normanton instead, then down to Camoweal and Three Way. That is two days of well over 1000kms again, I hope our arses hold up. I'll be fine (obviously), but the boys are struggling.
The boys are bitching and whinging beside me, apparently I'm not putting enough 'colour' in the story. So what do you want to know? Bruce rolled a guy in a wheeelchair for his cushion, but it is making absolutely no difference for him and Simmo. Simmo would like me to say something nice about his arse, but I'm not so sure what he is after. As we pulled into possibly the roughest pub in town tonight, a bunch of very drunk local girls who were dirty dancing the jutebox all called out, 'oooohhhh bikies!!!' One of them has just thrown up in the courtyard which is being hosed out as we speak, so the boys think they are in with a chance. Bruce is thinking of picking up in the vain hope they might rub his neck. I've just been told that while I was in the shower, one of them grabbed Bruce in a 'meaningful fashion' and introduced herself. I might nut her later to teach her a lesson. One of the boys has wacked his head and is bleeding, so rather than sending him home, they have bandaged him up so he doesn't bleed on the other customers while he is at the bar. I'm stoked, all I came up with was a Banditos bar, Bruce picked this one. Def Lepard is blasting at ear-splitting volume and the pub closes at 2am, so we are going to be tops at 5am. Tomorow night, Simmo gets to chose so we are looking forward to a nudie bar. Can't wait.
Today the roads were beauiful, big open sweepers off the main highway, curving through mountains and river gullies. At one point we went over a bridge that had thousands of fruit trees planted below it. The smell of thousands of citrus trees was a nice break from the road kills. Bruce missed the fruit trees. I nearly got run off the road by a DAMN REDNECK in a four-wheel drive. Fucknuckle, he deliberately swerved to collect me then sped up. I rode up beside Bruce and gave him a completely incomprehensible set of signals that were meant to read, 'LET'S KILL THE CAGE DRIVER!' but I got a wave and a smile and that was good too, but not as satisfying.
We're going to bed now to see if we can sleep. Does Eminem work as a lullaby?
Goodnight, and what would Chopper say.