changing carbs

Riding a motorcycle across the Nullabor is something you should do once in your life, if only to confirm to yourself that it's as boring as bat shit. I've done it once. I don't think I'll be doing it again any time soon. There's a hell of a lot of nothing out there apart from an endless straight road.
 
I did it on an XL 500 Honda I bought in Perth while doing the oil rig caper. I installed a clamp on throttle control so I could ride with my arms either crossed over my chest or draped over the front of the bars. I got a bit bored so I started playing aeroplane games. Lift right flap (your outstretched hand) pull to the right etc. You know you'd think way out there where it is as boring as bat shit I'd see the group of bikes coming the other way. Caught redhanded. All of them passed me doing the lunatic circle on their helmets. This was the week after Bathurst so they were all on their way home. That was a tough trip for them. I tips me hat.

Now start the Twilight music........ then I met a Combi load of Guru Maharaja Jai followers on their way to Brisbane..........

You have to do it once Grant.

Chris
 
Ah Chris, The old Divine Light Mission of Guru Maharaj Ji - I tried a bit of that myself in my youth.  I got into it because of this hot chick that sang on some of the music tapes, falling in love with all these pretty little bra-less Premies whilst in search of the elusive 'knowledge' that was on offer (and longing for a bit of pussy that never came along).  A real class system cult religion as I remember it.

Sri Andrew

 
I think they were called The Ragnucshiss{sp} also the Orange People,they had a vegetarian restaurant near Chinatown in Sydney when vegi was the cutting edge,lots and lots of very hot hippy women there back in the day,had a few meals there
 
:D :D :D

I reckon the only reason blokes get into the hippie scene is to chase cute hippie girls. That was my motivation when I dabbled in that culture in the 70's. I wasn't seeking a higher level of consciousness, just a higher level of carnal gratification. I guess that makes me a fraud.

Well, it was the era of free love and all that malarkey :P

What this has to do with changing carbs I have no idea  ???

Cheers,
Cam
 
Yogi said:
Ah Chris, The old Divine Light Mission of Guru Maharaj Ji - I tried a bit of that myself in my youth.  I got into it because of this hot chick that sang on some of the music tapes, falling in love with all these pretty little bra-less Premies whilst in search of the elusive 'knowledge' that was on offer (and longing for a bit of pussy that never came along).  A real class system cult religion as I remember it.

Sri Andrew
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Fair dinkum. Thats great.
Chris
 
Hey Cam,
We think alike, I spent 8 months hanging with the hippies back in the early 70's.
Up North QLD, couple of communes above Cairns.
Only thing I was after was the sex and drugs.
Great times then, young and free, not a care in the world.
How times change.

Red
 
What's all this talk of "dabbling" in the culture....those "were" the days... cute chicks and cloudy nights... have they stopped... ??? ;)

Don't think I've noticed.... 8)

:D
 
You got me going now re hippys (not carbys sorry off topic) Laverda-ing around Aus wearing a sarong 'glad I have no pics" eating sand craps off the beach and wild banansa in WA and burning shit loads of petrol on my Jota'd 3CL including across the nullabor with the taps wide open and noticing oncoming trafffic flashing their headlights at me only to find at the next fuel stop that the heat that had been pouring out of the Jota mufflers had burnt holes into the Krauser panniers and destroyed nearly all the contents within (including my bank book and cash on board) and leaving a smoldering mess with flames still emiting from the rear at the petrol station Yep no worries in the good old days!!
M.
 
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