The timing is all stock... and verified to be correct by yours truly on several occasions 

She's just way too lean... like way way way... like if I continued on like that I would have had a hole in a piston lean... 

As for kitty pic's... here's two... one when she was hanging around on the 450 in stock form before I tore it down at our old house... date on the photo is 28/9/2003...



And a recent one looking her beautiful self:

The bike (and the cat) look so much younger in them pic's! 

Hey Janx; "What's your gig Dude"? (as is often said here in the US)

I first heard a teenage girl say; "hey, what's your gig?" as if to insinuate a problem, back in the early 1980's shortly after I left the Air Force.
I had no idea what she was talking about. It was several years later that I started to hear the term "gig" get common usage here in the New York area.

I just assumed it was an English (as in England) Rock-Band term.
Janx, you are quite "hip" with your New English lingo.  Let us know the origin!

Hip? ... yeah one on each side!  They hold my legs on!

Dictionary has a few different meanings of gig apparently..

Your reference EJ, small boat (captains gig) , a type of horse drawn vehicle..  the music one... just no real point of origin for the music one! ...

Its one of those small words that have likely been butchered and adopted in language for a long while?!?

Quote from: Janx101 on May 10, 2015, 08:32:36 PM
Its one of those small words that have likely been butchered and adopted in language for a long while?!?

So the English created it,
The Aussies twisted it,
And the Yanks use it but have no clue as to what they are actually saying.

Sounds right to me! 

By EJorge he's got it! Lol.

Like. .... Fanny. .. English use it as a name, Yanks use it to describe the ass.... but if you pat a ladys Fanny in Australia then you better be married to her or similar!... the front side of the hips is where it describes! Bahahaha

Interesting. . .
My real name is George.
Was always called Jake as a child growing up.
The Spanish spell my name with a "J" instead of a "G" and pronounce it "Whore- Hey"
In Greece, (lived there for a year and a half) I would be called Yorgo.

So I guess the big question here is; What was the name of PeteGS's cat!
By the way, my Mom's cat's name was Jasper. <cool name, eh>

Lol. ... Yorgo it is! ...

.. and here I was just thinking I was making a witty word manipulation! Lol

Family and myself had many cats over the years. Sometimes simultaneously .. Puff, Miffy, Bacchus, Tinker, Jack, Pepper, Kilby, Tom, Tom II (weird cos tom passed but II was same!, I mean REALLY SAME! Not just cat/cat), George W Puss, Striker. .. and the other one?..  dangit I can never remember that cats name!, mums cat when I moved out of home first time...  I normally called it Hey You! Get off the table! Lol

... Sunny! ... thank frag for that! . Woulda bothered me all day!

Her name would be Smudge 

And how about thongs???

Smudge? I think I like that. 

Thongs! ... flip flops, g strings and stretchy bag ropey holder thingies! ... all of which can be made with rubber, silk, plastic, hemp and other natural plant fibres!... versatility in production methods! .  Just don't mix the wrong thong with the wrong usage!! .. uncomfortable ranging to illegal!

Bahahaha

something something fanny comment 

Haven't checked this thread in a long time so I figured I'd pop in... such a beautiful kitty Pete!!! Very sorry for the loss of her.  20 years is awesome    I lost my first kitty when she was 19.

You guys all crack me up... thanks for always being entertaining... this site keeps me company at work 

Riding train to work at 4.15 am.... blah!!!

Noticed a few mins ago though... since the cleaners have last been thru this carriage..  there has been a geek prankster in here! .. rolling around on floor under the seats, mostly while stop/start at stations are.. (so far)

A peppercorn
A Malteser
A super bounce ball
A squash ball
A tennis ball
A orange

I think that's it but I'm hoping for more! Weird entertainment!

Few weeks back the same guard for a few days would play a short sound bite before the announcement of next station... on different days I heard

Lone Ranger- Hi Ho Silver, Awaaaaay

Fast Furious- doesn't matter inch or mile, winning is winning

A-Team intro- so if you're in trouble and can afford them, call.... The A-Team

Ghostbusters- who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters!

And others I kinda recognise but not sure which show/movie. .  Was funny!

QR have no such sense of humour up here... you're lucky if you get an announcement at all! I don't miss the train...

Although for a little while there I did get announcements that I swear were made by Arnie himself...

Lol. . Arnie the train guard! ..

The funny guys are rare here too... usually monotone 'lost the will to live' voices... but there's a few cheerful chaps, if I get the later train home in arvo there's sometimes this big heavy cheerful lad.... you could bottle his sweat to cure depression I think!...always true happy and do anything to help passengers. Maybe he on drugs? lmao!

Story time! Kinda train related. Bear in mind out where I am we have 1 train that goes from Dubbo to Sydney. Thats it. One. Thats if it doesn't f%$king explode in Lithgow or catch fire just outside of Mount Victoria.

I was travelling with a group of about 12 to a music festival (No Sleep till Sydney 2010). We started off from Dubbo at 7:30am, planning to catch a plane down to the city. Bar was open, "f%$k it, it's 5 o'clock somewhere!" Drinking began. I've had a worse breakfast than a can of rum. 3 drinks later (Roughly an hour or so waiting)

We "accidentally" took 2 cans of booze on board the plane, which we were apparently not supposed to do (Regardless of whether we were pretty open about having them, the guy at the bar said it was ok, we walked past 2 girls, one in security and one to tell us which seats we'd be sitting in, cans in hand, no-one said anything to us), and had to skoal the 2 cans in the space of 3 minutes while we were taking off. We landed an hour later, got through domestic arrivals, turned around, went back in to go to a bar at the airport. One of the guys we were with is in the Army, and had used his bag he brought with him as his gear bag when he was out field. He got tested for explosives, which of course came up positive. Took us 15 minutes of waiting till he could contact his superiors to confirm his story of "I'm in the f%$king army".

What I remember to be about 4 drinks later, we decided enough was enough, one more drink then on the train to get out closer to Mt. Druitt. We were pretty loud and obnoxious, being that we were 21-25 year old blokes, drunk as medieval lords, and ended up with the carriage from the Airport to Central for ourselves. Get the next train out west from Central. This is where it got interesting. I thought it would be funny to superglue a 2 dollar coin to the floor of the train to see how many stops it would take before someone got on who was desperate enough for it (I had superglue in my bag because I was going to play a trick on one of the boys, but I hadn't got a chance to put it into practice. This seemed like a better use of my time.) It didn't take long, the first bloke who got on in Burwood, which was our first stop on the line, wanted it pretty badly. He tried kicking the shaZam! out of it with his thongs. Then he tried prising it up with keys. He tried jumping on it. He got his missus to give him a friggin' nailfile, and snapped it in two trying to get that coin off the floor.

I have never, in my life, seen someone so determined to get 2 bucks off the floor. Not only was he determined, he was like a lion or something protecting his freshly caught meal. He mouthed off at anyone who looked at the coin funny, at each stop he stood on top of it so people getting on couldn't see it, he literally hissed at people who looked at him while he was trying to get the coin off the floor. From Burwood to Mt. Druitt station, this guy was hard at work. You could hear the cogs in his head grinding away thinking about how the f%$k he was going to get this coin off the floor. It was probably the only thing he's ever actually put any work or effort into in his entire life.

All the while, us 12 are in the train, searching song lyrics on our phones, getting the tune off YouTube and singing it to whoever was on the carriage as a group. I ended up with 3 numbers from random girls who thought it was sweet. Nothing like a drunken ballad to get a phone number it seems. Eventually someone who looked like they had some tenuous iota of power stomped into our carriage and told us to shut up, and that we were upsetting the passengers. This particular person hung in the carriage for the last of our trip, which was one stop between Rooty Hill and Mt. Druitt. Once our station came up, we all broke into a sea shanty, "Hi-oh, come roll me over", and wandered off the train, walking like chained slaves.

My first train ride in the city was hilarious. Not as hilarious as getting kicked out the Irish Pub in Mt. Druitt, or trying to thumb a ride from some maniac running from the cops in a beat up Commodore, but those are another story.

Excellent Adventure Yarn!! .., good laughs just had!!

Now where's my superglue? ... I swear I put it in the kitchen drawer!

Hahahaha that's awesome... I live such a boring life!!!