
Originally Posted by
jonesfam
We used to do Laps in Toowoomba in the 70's, call out crap to the girls on the street (very improper these days) & the police would pull us over to roadworthy the cars.
There was also an Un-official "Best Time" from the BP at the top of the range to Black Soil near Ipswich. The Marburg range had to be crossed & my 302 Ute would almost use a full tank of fuel on that run. Scary thinking back, crap lights, flat to the floor, lap seat belts, 3 of us across the bench seat & crap brakes.
We really were silly but I remember it as a great time.
Jonesfam
Going home on leave to Dalby, 67, 68, the Saturday night consisted of laps of the main street, then if you had an older brother, a couple of largies , & a quiet spot for a drink or two. I will always remember the dance we went to, at the local community hall, out of town. 3 cars, boys & girls, driving along & then when a favourite song came on the radio, pull over & get out & dance. I still remember the song, " Jeremiah was a bullfrog". A much more innocent time. And I remember the kids killed on the road to Toowoomba on a weekend, at one spot where there was a jump up on the road, and it was not possible to see the oncoming traffic. A head on , passing at the wrong spot. Funny what sticks in your mind. But good times, and genuine people.
I’m pretty sure the dinosaurs died out when they stopped gathering food and started having meetings to discuss gathering food
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