Reminiscing now Better than arguing!

I used to work in a hotel and nite club, as a 16yr old I might add. Ride my motorbike to work on a Fri night (no licence but bike was registered) and the number of times I'd come home barely able to stand up let alone ride would be impossible to count. I can remember a huge party one weekend where me and 3 mates polished off a 5gallon keg and the next morning I went to get on the bike and fell straight off the other side, I picked myself up had another go and then the boys threw the empty keg on my lap and I rode the 20 odd km back to town with the keg on my lap. Would have been a dead give away for any blue light that drove past. I've had to put my left finger on the key hole slot in the bike to guide my other hand down to get the key in the ignition before I could start the bike and ride on. Offered this chick a ride home one night but I only had one helmet, I was that tanked I thought if I wrapped my jumper around my head the boys in blue would think it was a helmet. I rode right through town passed another nite club to see if it was worth stopping in before I give her a ride home 20km out of town, how I got away with that one I will never know. and the list goes on.....

I was extremely lucky on many occasions and now you wouldn't think I'd have been a drinker all those years ago.....hardly touch the stuff now (maybe one or two cans a week at most) and NEVER drink drive.

Cheers, Trevor.

Can't believe a cooper S caught up with you doing 90.
Mine was flat out at 105mph, and that was 7000rpm in 4th.
Mates with a full race engine wouldn't do much more than 120.

Like the advertisement states: DRINK DRIVE AND YOUR A BLODDY IDIOT! GOOD ON YA, loose a couple of close friends or relatives to drink driving then you can reminisce about them and how they were before their lives were taken away from them by a drunken hoon.

I would have to agree> Have heard my-old mans story’s along with uncles and so on and they did a lot worse than what I have done and most likely will do.

My thoughts are if you haven’t done a few stupid things in your young days then you have not lived, you will have nothing to look back on and laugh, cry or smile about, it’s all part of life and growing up in my books.

I have done or been party in a few not so intelligent things in my time and have been lucky to come out alive in one or 2 of them but if I could I wouldn’t change em, and am glade I have done it.

Cheers

I have done one stupid thing in a car. I wont elaborate too much but it involved trying to get a car airborne doing 130 km/h (i hadn't been drinking). It went badly wrong and the car was a write off. I look back on this not with fond memories but with relief that nobody actually got killed!

if you havent done something stupid then you havent learnt a damn thing!

we learn by making mistakes...even speeding....

however, if no one was injured then sure (and its only natural) we should be able to have a laugh about it..?...

i was a very naughty boy...mum used to let me drive...well before I had a licence
then there was all the speeding tickets...never ever could get away even in a supercharged mini.....was too chicken to try and outrun them.....

Gday
I think that the biggest problem was that the boys in blue new where we lived ...I arrived home one day to find the local sergant drinking tea with my mother..bloody neighbour had reported me for speeding up our street in the middle of the night...didnt seem to make muck difference for a few years ...now the kids think i am driving dangerously if i go over sixty

G'day guys,

I will also confess that when I was young I had a rather heavy right foot. Having a LC XU1 in these circumstances was not altogether a good combo. Having mates that spent their time at "brickies" didn't help either. This did see me down to my last couple of points on one occasion when a flash of stupidity made me do a doughnut in the middle of a Fairfield (NSW) intersection where unbeknown to me a cop was booking some guy. My first indication that all was not well was the blue lights through the smoke, blessed with much quicker acceleration than the HQ premier I was soon rocketing along Railway parade at serious speed deciding a quick turn over the railway lines and some ducking and weaving to hide in an under cover car park in a block of flats was the best escape. The Premier came screaming past a couple of minutes later and after several hours there made a subdued return home. Fixed me for ever - well almost.

Much better behaved these days and somewhat understanding towards misguided youth.

Kind regards

Sunbury and overdoses of music /mud and willing maidens ,,Easter bike races at Bathurst drinking and partying so hard that in 4 yrs never saw 1 race.