tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27584252.post3060610303809090727..comments2024-03-22T18:15:47.666+11:00Comments on Boy on a bike: Kids these days don't know how to binge drink properlyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27584252.post-76469654824795268422009-04-25T20:42:00.000+10:002009-04-25T20:42:00.000+10:00Yeah, that was my first near-fatal bike crash.
I ...Yeah, that was my first near-fatal bike crash.<br /><br />I was returning from the only pub on the island with a carton of stubbies and a few bottles of port balanced precariously on the handlebars (and I had a few under the belt) when this suicidal quocka ran out from under a nearby house and went straight under my front wheel. I did my best to avoid the little bastard, but if I zigged, he zagged, and we ended up coming together in a squishy manner - as in my front wheel half squishing him.<br /><br />As the front wheel went over the quocka, the carton and bottles of port lifted off my handlebars and everything seemed to slow down. I somehow managed to stay upright and collect both the carton and the port as they came down.<br /><br />The quocka limped off, presumably to plan another suicidal assault on a passing drinker.<br /><br />If I had returned to our house without the grog, my life would not have been worth living.Boy on a bikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14452119541546978454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27584252.post-31257930646964897832009-04-25T20:07:00.000+10:002009-04-25T20:07:00.000+10:00Probably my biggest recollection of that trip is a...Probably my biggest recollection of that trip is a story of a suicidal quokka, who normally whould be fair game but all efforts were made to avoid it as the cases of beer and bottles of port on the handlebars were far more precious.<br /><br />bigtonesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27584252.post-34985509521196320862009-04-25T14:19:00.000+10:002009-04-25T14:19:00.000+10:00I'm not sure what to say. Really I'm not. It's com...I'm not sure what to say. Really I'm not. It's comforting to know that you mostly all turned out alright in the end. Mostly.<br /><br />Mind you in the same year I managed to 'lose' a friend at the Floreat Hotel while on day leave. Sneaking her back into the boarding house in the wee hours after we found her was a little tricky.<br /><br />And we worry about our young.Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00831936165024410678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27584252.post-8913804943768088642009-04-25T00:05:00.000+10:002009-04-25T00:05:00.000+10:00Oz Crawl - now you're talking my language. I saw a...Oz Crawl - now you're talking my language. I saw a documentary on ABC recently - I think "Long Way to the Top" and they never got a mention. They are a band who have not received their due.Margo's Maidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07033240632142631251noreply@blogger.com