When we first decided to come down to Australia, I think the last thing I expected was the 1981 Road Warrior mentality to still be running full throttle down under. It is. For some reason every person I talk to or see down here is obsessed with cars, gas, and going real fast. Its like Ricky Bobby and Danica Patrick has some sort of massive reproductive experiment over here. Not that there's anything wrong with that....
The only problem is that everyone assumes that I know about stock cars and drag racing. The conversation has come up several times where people ask me what I drive back home then start hammering down questions about 1/4 mile times, engine size and exhaust manifolds. Not to mention the way (and this is going to make me sound old) the kids drive around here. The streets are caked with skid marks and donuts in all directions. Its not uncommon to see some beater come flying out of the bush, covered in red dust, landing on a paved road, spin a 360 then scurry off into the bush again. The "feral" (as they call them here) creatures driving like this usually have mullets, often dyed black on top and sides and bright blonde on the back.
Two nights ago I was over at the bikey Beno's house looking at the cover of a biker magazine. On the cover was his bike with a girl in a bikini straddling it. Under his bike it read " Beno's bike is pure intimidation." I agreed with the cover. He built it himself in his garage and it was sweet. This was only one of about 4 harley's he has. He is building one right now with a 900 Horse power engine for drag racing. He also uses NO2 and all those bells and whistles. He likes to go fast. Real Fast. As I was leaving he showed me his suped up doom buggy. It was black with a huge skull and crossbones airbrushed on it by his tattoo artists. "oh mate, we are taking this out in December with the shotguns!" "We can just tear through the bush and shoot roo's mate," "no worries, whatever you wanna do, you let me know mate."
Not sure I can see myself riding "shotgun" next to Beno shooting beautiful creatures that I have only seen for the first time 2 months ago, but I was not about to tell him No Thanks either.....
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I cannot wait until you come home with a mullet! Let me know how that roo tastes... I assume it is just like chicken.
The feral...
Bro, I was laughing out loud about this latest post. You are one FMF... Seriously. I am so darn envious!!!The west side of Oz is a bit more Madmax than the east. Don't get me wrong; they have their fare share of nutters over there too. I met some crazies. But, man. That guy Beno? What a trip. It cracks me up too, because it reminds me of going back to Douglas county and not being able to match wits about the intricacies of mechanics. We need to get you hooked up with MAto when you get back too. He has a homemade crotch rocket he calls the spider. It is basically chrome, a gas tank, and two wheels. a freakin mad max bike.
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