Adventures in the Victorian mountains
20.07.2008 - 05.08.2008 11 °C
Listening to: Eddie Money, Girl Talk, Patti Smith, AC/DC
Reading: Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad; Flashman in the Great Game, GM Frasier
Lazy days in Melbourne.
In between bouts of inclement weather, I've been venturing into the city in search of the best of Australian cement bowls. I've been dodging the metro coppers and jumping on and off the trains to get around the city and have managed to check out a few nooks and crannies on two wheels. Managed to track down a fair few decent parks and have been riding when weather permits. Got mangled doing a lookback, but other than that the shredding has been good. Pulled a downside whip on a little girl 4 foot hip, but I was happy with it. I met some Kiwi riders that were basically doing the same thing as me, so we've been going around and shredding local bowls.
Speaking of shredding, I made it out to the mountains in Victoria and got to do some skiing in some borrowed retro gear. Very rad. Three days in the snow, last day with real good powder. Good night scene on top of the mountain with alot of rowdy Aussies. I got to drink a mystery liquor concoction out of a pringles can. The dudes I were with made a mystery mix (consisting of several different liquors, beer and coke) and imported them into the bar via Pringles cans. Pure gold. Drunken arguments about bra straps, proper pronunciation, cats, paper rock scizzors, and eventually with the bouncers led to a quick window escape. Very dramatic. Upon making the treacherous (4 ft) leap into the drift, our manly bravery at making such a daring escape managed to attract the attention of some local females. It took a very short period for that to crash and burn after we somewhat arbitrarily decided that a snowball fight was to break out and pushed a girl into the snow. They double timed it away from us, leaving us to our own device. We then directed our creative efforts to the freshly fallen snow by drawing a very very large phalus (with pole-traced veins!) on the hillside right beside the bunny hill. Unfortunately I believe it snowed later on that night, so our efforts to enlighten the youth as to human anatomy were in vain.
Oh, also somewhere in that hazy evening some rather large and voluptious middle aged woman wearing a "dark sorceress" costume and a few regretful tattoos saw fit to place my face between her frighteningly exoposed bosoms. They were what the Victorian she-writers would call "agitated." It was very bizarre, but she bought me booze later. double score.
Still looking on the internets for a motorcycle. Alot of the ones for sale are smaller (250cc), and I want something larger that can handle highway cruising (350+), but the trick is the thing also has to have valid registration for a bit since I'm not a resident or some tricky shit. I've got to get something together soon because I need to get over to Sydney in about two weeks, so the clock is ticking.
Tonight we have craft night, which is usually just a bogus cover for drinking. We gather to make stupid things out of balloons and pipe cleaners, which usually ends in a tilted mess. Karaoke below...
Going into the city on Thursday to tour some famous local brewery downtown. amazing.