I need to tell this story better, but I am a bit bleary.
I had a postie bike with knobby off-road tyres, the milk crate with an official Parks Ranger sticker on it and I used to do blockies around Uluru - all 9km circumference and often as possible.

Puttering along at a top speed of 60km with a tailwind and the lyrics to 'Born to be Wild' raging in my head, agog still after three years of the ever changing colours of the Rock; upon hearing the rent-a-bike Honda sounds and popping up like lemmings walking walking walking forever in hot sand and no beer, the hearty European traveller was bitterly disappointed to see only a slovenly ranger on the MOST AWESOME wheels eva to circle Uluru. And it was all mine in a land on no bike rentals.

I used to toot them on my merry, slow way as a guesture of boo sucks. Ah, the power.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Tue 19 Jul 2011, 12:44, 6 replies)

This is quite remarkable!
So many words, and yet the meaning still remains obscure and challenging.
Like a a grueling walk through a thick forest in the dead of night. You're never sure quite what's going on and the anticipation inherent that uncertainty is most exhilarating!

Do tell me, is it about some kind of wild bird ?
( DukeEuphoria Comes highly reccomended, Tue 19 Jul 2011, 16:45, closed)

I have
only a vague idea of what this is about too...
(Bernardate, Tue 19 Jul 2011, 17:16, closed)

/\ do you come from a land down under ? /\

( fluffybunnykiller Is feasting on the clitoris of life, Tue 19 Jul 2011, 19:41, closed)

I understood the post perfectly
But I do speak-a her language.
(oball needs Satan more than he needs me, Wed 20 Jul 2011, 3:41, closed)

I, too, took a couple of reads to get this clear in my head.
The first time round, I thought a 'postie bike' was the brand of bicycle ridden by postmen, and was about to call the OP on "puttering along at 60 km/h", since about the only person who can putter at 60 km/h is Lance Armstrong.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Tue 19 Jul 2011, 22:16, closed)

Postie bikes
Are the mutt's nuts of motor biking. A relative has one that he "mislaid" somewhere on his farm (big farm, lots of odd little quarries to get lost in). I found it a year or so later, it started first time.
( SteamedCleaner, Wed 20 Jul 2011, 0:28, closed)