warning: this traveling story contains MASSIVE DRUGS
Once, I made a trip with my mate in his HQ ute from Melbourne to the goldfields of Kalgoorlie, where we hoped we could find work. The ute had a couple of issues. First, it would overheat every couple of hundred K's during the heat of the day, where we'd stop and wait for the radiator to cool. Secondly, it would get stuck in top gear (there were only 3), requiring one of us to pop the hood and whack it until it disengaged. The ute had a threeway car-fridge, which could run off the car battery. We stopped in Adelaide to buy supplies, and some grass and LSD from a mate, a fair investment as they were quite expensive in the 90's Australia. After Port Augusta, the majestic Nullabor plain stretches out in what most be some of the most boring scenery on the planet. It was like driving in an 80's video game, dead-straight road stretching across a brown, totally treeless billiard-table flat plain for 1000s of kilometres. We had planned to drop the acid at Eucla, a place where the cliffs of the Bight shift inland and an empty coastal strip of sand dunes march along the shore to the horizon. We only had one cassette, Pearl Jam's Ten, which even today I can no longer stand to listen to, such was it repeatedly played. Somewhere on our westward journey the fridge failed. We bought some ice from a truckstop to keep the food cold, but it was never going to endure the heat of the December sun. A few more hundred k's and some connection clicked in my head.
"Fuck. The acid!"
I had put the foil with the acid tabs in the fridge to keep it fresh. We found it floating in a couple of litres of warm water, mixed with the blood of some less-than-fresh mince meat and kangaroo steaks. When we got to Eucla we took a decision to divide the water and drink it, blood and all. It worked, though my decision a couple of hours later to eat the kangaroo steaks raw wasn't quite as clever. I don't recommend it.
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 1:22, 3 replies)

Ahh, the Nullabor
an absolute trippers delight!
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Fri 15 Jul 2011, 8:12, closed)

Never have I been so excited as when I saw the road dip at Norseman.
The Nullabor made me super aware of every road deviation to alleviate the boredom, thus those dips made me giggly with roller coaster delight.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 10:50, closed)

How long was it
before you stopped feeling sorry for all those rabbits?
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Mon 18 Jul 2011, 10:39, closed)