The weird thing is though, just when you think you're approaching the near omniscient level, you get hit with the realisation that in the company of Joe Bloggs or whoever it happens to be, you actually know sweet fuck all . . . . funny thing, life !!!
And speaking of the soon to be released "6 OVER" doco, watching poor old Todd goin through the neverending leg pump routine . . . . it's with some degree of dread that I look forward to getting my '74 shovel completed and on the road . . . . all the years of prodding and poking, swearing and sweating over a series of Trumpy's comes flooding back in three dimensional clarity.
The sweet rewards of nailing it on the first, even second or third kick, are often overshadowed by the times you stand there, beside the lifeless Satan Scoot, wishing you could simply shoot the fucker !!!! I would be lying through my yellowing, old teeth if I was to say I haven't been enjoying the delights of the buzz button on the Skirtster the last twenty months . . . .