I used to live there, but in those days you could walk the streets and not worry about some one-hit wonder on speed, go to a good restaurant and maybe have a good time just walking the streets at night. I actually stopped a beating of one guy by five or so one night by starting up my motor bike and then skidding to a halt near them. They ran off..... I picked the guy up and checked him for injury.... funny thing is the girl I was with thought I was the looney and not them... work that out. She didn't last... a Man has got to be a man.... love it or leave it, love....
Even funnier - he was a Scandinavian sailor and the guys who beat him up were his ship mates....
OK.......
Mate had a Triumph motor bike and we cruised the Cross.. it stalled right in front of Les Girls one night (Triumph carbie), and the guy who was the 'rouster' there - who was characterised in 'The Clean Machine' about corrupt cops - had a huge laugh at our expense and used us as a 'calling card' for people to come in. I think he was paid by the client or something.
"Yeah - I know all youse bikies! (who? us?) Come on people... these guys are just part of the show - come inside.... blah, blah, blah...."
Had me a Maton CW80/6 - worth a month's pay - came home and some pr1ck had stolen it.. broke in.... could buy one now for $4k.. one up the road in the next town for $1k.. thinking of paying it off, but it hasn't got the original smell the Matons had.... still....
Life is full of stories... when I passed the test for Hot Seat Millionaire, the 3rd Assistant Director - always an asshole - asked me for anything interesting to feed Eddie... I was caught out unprepared, but I have a million stories.... just not right then on demand....
Ha-ha - took in a pro one night when the infamous 21 Squad were doing their rounds and she had no money to pay them...... just for a while.... no interest from me... I like my women warm and real.... but she just wanted shelter for twenty minutes....
Ah, the old days of the Cross when it was civilised....