Not the mirror one, I just love that story - thats my bro Hayden, he is Australia’s answer to charlie sheen.
D: Your doing a burnout on a narrow public street (at night) in front of a pretty big crowd, there is a car coming the other way very slowly so you cross the car up so he/she can get past (you don’t stop the burnout and you can’t see the other car well due to the headlights) said car gets along side you and it turns out to be cops and you are now at full lock, redlining, smoking tyres like a boss and look out the driver side window at a cop about an arm length away and he says “STOP THE FUCKING CAR MATE!”… you have a decision to make.
d) drive drunk to help your mate un-beach his car that got beached doing skids whilst drunk, and then when you get to the scene, park about 50m away and walk up because the cops beat you there, then calmly maintain a sober appearance and drive all your mates home after infringements were issued, all the while hanging out with your totally sober mate.
Kence,
My body is pretty broken (cos old and abused) and defence health practitioners are doing me no favours.
Can some of you recommend a good sports massage or therapisty person who knows what they’re talking about?
Thank you,
Never went to the city as it was a mind fuck for parking, I only had tubs at no more knots and a cycle place in west end, he was pretty avg but rated himself highly.
Always keen man. Last christmas we went on a BULK FAIL camping holiday BUT we drove up to Queen Mary falls and I was foaming over how good it would be to ride the whole time. Don’t know how well the “hey Rachel lets go back to that dam and I’m gonna go ride for the day with the boys” but I’m willing to give it a go