Post by yyyguy on Sept 18, 2021 8:45:27 GMT 8
Was in conversation with a lifelong city slicker the other day, no concept of where anything comes from or how it gets onto the table in front of you and I told him a story which illustrates, I think, the things you think about when you're away from the hustle and bustle. I've done lots and lots of very long trips, some work, some leisure, large and small vehicles and my preference was small and with few, if any, comforts. Window open, no music and a nice steady cruising speed. When you stop for a break you are immediately surrounded by flies so much so that you wonder where they al come from and they are masters at finding that drop of liquid or food. And they're into the vehicle of course. As you move off most fly out the window but a small number remain. At the next stop what happens? They might be 200kms from home. Do the other flies gang up on them as they're foreigners or do they say, "hey, look who's new in town, he/she's kinda cute." Or do they just carry on being flies? He looked at me like I was mad. But it was the free-thinking I enjoyed.
I also used to look at the crows or the birds of prey, sitting on a branch or pole in the scorching outback, the whole of their lives and wonder "if you're soaring in the thermals and up there you can see that life is much better and much easier somewhere else, why don't you move to that somewhere else?"
But the thought that crossed my mind most was "fark, I'm in the middle of nowhere again. I hope I don't break down.
Most memorable trips - Ceduna to Mt Isa in a Willys Jeep, towing a heavy trailer twice the size. Didn't get much above 10km/h the whole way. Straya in slow motion. Took nearly a fortnight. Swag, me dingo and the stars every night. You're a different person at the end of that.
Mt Isa to Broome on a Harley Electra Glide Ultra Classic in Winter. T shirt, jeans, cruise control, no hands, just shifting body wieght. Bit pushed for time on that one so it was only a week but the majesty of the country, particularly through the Kimberley, exhaust note echoing in the canyons. Easy Rider stuff. Got home and Harley wouldn't start the next day. Any of the other days and who knows.
Born and raised in the city. one day, for no reason, I felt compelled to open a magazine I wouldn't normally look at. In it an ad that changed my whole life. Weird. In a good way.
I think flies are going to make a bit of a comeback in the cities.
I also used to look at the crows or the birds of prey, sitting on a branch or pole in the scorching outback, the whole of their lives and wonder "if you're soaring in the thermals and up there you can see that life is much better and much easier somewhere else, why don't you move to that somewhere else?"
But the thought that crossed my mind most was "fark, I'm in the middle of nowhere again. I hope I don't break down.
Most memorable trips - Ceduna to Mt Isa in a Willys Jeep, towing a heavy trailer twice the size. Didn't get much above 10km/h the whole way. Straya in slow motion. Took nearly a fortnight. Swag, me dingo and the stars every night. You're a different person at the end of that.
Mt Isa to Broome on a Harley Electra Glide Ultra Classic in Winter. T shirt, jeans, cruise control, no hands, just shifting body wieght. Bit pushed for time on that one so it was only a week but the majesty of the country, particularly through the Kimberley, exhaust note echoing in the canyons. Easy Rider stuff. Got home and Harley wouldn't start the next day. Any of the other days and who knows.
Born and raised in the city. one day, for no reason, I felt compelled to open a magazine I wouldn't normally look at. In it an ad that changed my whole life. Weird. In a good way.
I think flies are going to make a bit of a comeback in the cities.
