RatVonDude Posted April 26, 2017 Report Share Posted April 26, 2017 https://www.awm.gov.au/commemoration/anzac/anzac-tradition/ They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. Lest we forget. There was alot of Snake worshipping in Eastern Roman areas like Istanbul. Im not even being cheaky. Perhaps wherst the myth came from. Look at all the old coins. We have it here in our Medical logos. 2 Quote Link to comment
Ratwagon1600 Posted April 26, 2017 Report Share Posted April 26, 2017 Ummm, do you have any idea what Anzac day means to Australians???? If you are trolling, I would suggest dont! 1 Quote Link to comment
RatVonDude Posted April 26, 2017 Report Share Posted April 26, 2017 But I read the whole article brotha. Thats my response. Really enjoyed it. Your guys should moonlight at the NY Times. We need good writers. 1 Quote Link to comment
RatVonDude Posted April 26, 2017 Report Share Posted April 26, 2017 It would be like us merching with Canada. But we supply the ammo. Quote Link to comment
125 CSL Posted April 26, 2017 Report Share Posted April 26, 2017 If I would have thought about it, back when I actually owned a Chevy, it would have been fun to re-badge it as a Holden. On top of that it would confuse the heck out of a lot of people. 2 Quote Link to comment
Ratwagon1600 Posted April 27, 2017 Report Share Posted April 27, 2017 ^^^^ Its a cardinal sin to do this down here. Holden drivers who keep the chev badges on their cars are considered "wankers". 3 Quote Link to comment
LTJ Posted April 27, 2017 Report Share Posted April 27, 2017 http://www.heraldsun.com.au/news/victoria/mating-roos-stop-traffic-in-residential-melbourne-street/news-story/33380bc71a0ff570a441b11a0f44496a 3 Quote Link to comment
Ratwagon1600 Posted April 30, 2017 Report Share Posted April 30, 2017 These two oics are taken on the bush trail where I take the pooch for a walk. Its about 5 minutes from casa del RW. The scenery is much better in real life! 5 Quote Link to comment
Dguy210 Posted April 30, 2017 Report Share Posted April 30, 2017 These two oics are taken on the bush trail where I take the pooch for a walk. Its about 5 minutes from casa del RW. The scenery is much better in real life! Neat! Actually looks a lot like some parts in the foothills of California. 3 Quote Link to comment
Ratwagon1600 Posted April 30, 2017 Report Share Posted April 30, 2017 Neat! Actually looks a lot like some parts in the foothills of California. Yeh, its a pretty special place. And there is just soooooooo much fucking bush land to bury the bodies in :) 3 Quote Link to comment
240zness Posted May 1, 2017 Report Share Posted May 1, 2017 Neat! Actually looks a lot like some parts in the foothills of California. Thanks for the eucalyptus trees. 1 Quote Link to comment
240zness Posted May 1, 2017 Report Share Posted May 1, 2017 ^^ new motor in our Malibu Police Cruiser is a Holden badged chev :) Quote Link to comment
Racer X 69 Posted May 1, 2017 Report Share Posted May 1, 2017 Maybe it would,not sure how much gourmet style croc meat would appeal here in AUS. Took the bike up to the ranges and enjoy some twisties and fresh air. Awesome countryside brother! 1 Quote Link to comment
Racer X 69 Posted May 1, 2017 Report Share Posted May 1, 2017 https://www.awm.gov.au/commemoration/anzac/anzac-tradition/ They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. Lest we forget. Happy Anzac day, 5 days late. Quote Link to comment
VFR800 Posted May 1, 2017 Author Report Share Posted May 1, 2017 These two oics are taken on the bush trail where I take the pooch for a walk. Its about 5 minutes from casa del RW. The scenery is much better in real life! 2 Quote Link to comment
VFR800 Posted May 2, 2017 Author Report Share Posted May 2, 2017 A Ford AU Falcon towing a 6x4 with a Holden Commodore VT2 onboard.. 2 Quote Link to comment
Cosmonaut Posted May 2, 2017 Report Share Posted May 2, 2017 Messed up post. Edited to save anguish Quote Link to comment
q-tip Posted May 2, 2017 Report Share Posted May 2, 2017 Deleting is cheating. :Lol: 3 Quote Link to comment
VFR800 Posted May 2, 2017 Author Report Share Posted May 2, 2017 Deleting is cheating. :lol: In this thread - 1 Quote Link to comment
Ratwagon1600 Posted May 4, 2017 Report Share Posted May 4, 2017 And now, time for some poetry. The Man from Snowy River THERE was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from old Regret had got away And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound, So all the cracks had gathered to the fray. All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far Had mustered at the homestead overnight, For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are, And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight. There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup, The old man with his hair as white as snow; But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up - He would go wherever horse and man could go. And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand, No better horseman ever held the reins, For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand - He learned to ride while droving on the plains. And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast; He was something like a racehorse undersized, With a touch of Timor pony - three parts thoroughbred at least, And such as are by mountain horsemen prized. He was hard and tough and wiry - just the sort that won't say die - There was courage in his quick impatient tread; And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye, And the proud and lofty carriage of his head. But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay, And the old man said, "That horse will never do For a long and tiring gallop - lad, you'd better stop away, Those hills are far too rough for such as you." So he waited, sad and wistful - only Clancy stood his friend - "I think we ought to let him come," he said; "I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end, For both his horse and he are mountain bred." "He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side, Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough; Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride, The man that holds his own is good enough. And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home, Where the river runs those giant hills between; I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam, But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen." So he went; they found the horses by the big mimosa clump, They raced away toward the mountain's brow, And the old man gave his orders - "Boys, go at them from the jump, No use to try for fancy riding now. And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right; Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills, For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight, If once they gain the shelter of those hills." So Clancy rode to wheel them - he was racing on the wing, Where the best and boldest riders take their place, And he raced his stock-horse past them and he made the ranges ring With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face. Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash, But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view, And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash, And off into the mountain scrub they flew. Then fast the horsemen followed, and the gorges deep and black Resounded to the thunder of their tread, And the stockwhips woke the echoes and they fiercely answered back From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead. And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way, Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide; And the old man muttered fiercely, "We may bid the mob good day, No man can hold them down the other side." When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull - It might well make the boldest hold their breath; For the wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full Of wombat holes, and any slip was death. But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head, And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer, And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed, While the others stood and watched in very fear. He sent the flint-stones flying, but the pony kept his feet, He cleared the fallen timber in his stride, And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat - It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride. Past the stringybarks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground, Down the hillside at a racing pace he went, And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound At the bottom of that terrible descent. He was right among the horses as they climbed the farther hill, And the watchers on the mountain, standing mute, Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely; he was right among them still, As he raced across the clearing in pursuit. Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met In the ranges - but a final glimpse reveals On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet With the man from Snowy River at their heels. And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam; He followed like a bloodhound on their track, Till they halted, cowed and beaten; then he turned their heads for home, And alone and unassisted brought them back. But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot, He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur; But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot, For never yet was mountain horse a cur. And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise Their torn and rugged battlements on high, Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze At midnight in the cold and frosty sky, And where around the Overflow the reed-beds sweep and sway To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide, The Man from Snowy River is a household word today, And the stockmen tell the story of his ride. Andrew Barton Paterson 2 Quote Link to comment
125 CSL Posted May 5, 2017 Report Share Posted May 5, 2017 'cuz you own ute X2 and you want to fog out the neighborhood 3 Quote Link to comment
thisismatt Posted May 5, 2017 Report Share Posted May 5, 2017 Just when I thought burnouts couldn't get any more lame... 2 Quote Link to comment
Ratwagon1600 Posted May 5, 2017 Report Share Posted May 5, 2017 Burnouts, like drinking alcohol, are both national sports down here. 3 Quote Link to comment
RatVonDude Posted May 5, 2017 Report Share Posted May 5, 2017 id call this psychedelic pop 2 Quote Link to comment
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