Went to my electronics club meeting to see the guys (All White) and talk about real stuff. Ended up sharing some nostalgia with a boomer who was kicking around Sydney City in the same place I was, except he was enjoying the best years working in a comfy workshop in george street making electronics and meeting boomer women. I was there squatting in the decay many decades later meeting grungy goth women. We even were at Cockatoo Island in different eras. Cant imagine the smell now. Some sport is selling his 'scope (pic rel) i dont have one, i lied wombo dunno how much to offer him.

Camp bed got to calling me on the short wave, Got out just before I started yawning. Flying through the narrow bush lanes towards the freeway with the high beams on and the stream lined bull bar providing me with protection from marauding hoppers. Blasted home along the empty four lane riding the surge from the mighty 350K barra and the Tremec T6 auto with Nirvana's classic Nevermind so loud its causing the stock speakers to clickedy-clack along to the bass. More nostalgia for to make my dreams sweet. Still got those adventure feels from all those years ago. Heil Hitler.