ARGHHH, groan….
Marty’s having problems dragging his sorry arse out of bed.
“All beer’s goat-piss” …he just wouldn’t know one exceptional brew from another if it bit him in the bum!
So we tried to get his customary Bourbon ‘n Coke….quite an unknown item around here.
The bottle of JB was the only whiskey around and had most likely spent more years curing in the bottom shelf here than at the distillery. None of those wanky 15ml measuring gizmos on top of the bottle….grab a 250ml standard glass, fill half with whiskey
, a few small ice-cubes, then gingerly top up with Coke…and none the pre-mix shit, either.
They didn’t even know what to charge for it….and made up some arbitrary sum.
That pretty much set the pattern for the 3 weeks in that department.
2 or 3 of those….and someone’s off to the shower to clear the head.
Oh yeah…and while on topic: There’s NO bottleshops, BYO’s and all this bullshit….
Booze is EVERYWHERE!!
The friendly local grocer, the kiosk at the corner, the big servo along the Autobahn….booze everywhere, from “goat’s piss” to rocket fuel.
And before those puritans start jumping with their pants on fire…. it all seems to work out just fine.
Looks like the Euros can manage very well without the dumbing reglementation from above.
Morning folks !!
Since we’re already partway up this road, we may as well pay the E4/7bux toll and do the rest of the ~30k’s of singlelaner high above the valleys.
And what an absolute GEM this thing turns out to be…
WHOWWWW!!!!
From drop-dead gorgeous
…..to BREATHTAKING!!
NOW!!!....that’s ONE pile-of-shit in anyone’s language!!
Ohhhh….that gets me back to that “shitflicker” thing mentioned earlier.
In these parts, things get done the age-old, traditional way. None of those 50kg bags labeled
“XYZ-Agricultural Chemicals---WE know what’s good for you---for stock market enquires call XXXXX” full of bile-green pellets or flakes here….
Cleaning the stables, the dung and straw mixture gets piled and stored. The summer brings the insects to “process” that pile ready for autumn, when the solids get mixed with water, stuck into 5000l tanker-trailers and pulled across the paddocks, a ‘rotary-twirler” at the back making sure of even distribution.
Sort of like a concrete truck with spreader-fan attached.
The snow then packs it all down and makes it soak into the ground during the snow-melt in spring…easy, aye? Bloody effective, too!
On T1, Tim termed those little tractors pulling the manure-tankers “shitflickers”….as usual, right on the money!
On their way home and back on “normal” roads”, the shitflickers are a dribbling, sopping mess….and following one on a bike can be decidedly adventurous.
Things get really nasty when there are wet roads, drizzle,or rain about…it’s like riding wet clay on qualifying slicks.
Of course, shitflickers can be around ANYwhere and ANYtime…
One good thing though….one usually knows when there’s one of them ahead….long before seeing ‘em.
The stench, especially if they’re loaded with undiluted concentrate, is like a king-hit with a baseball bat.
Back to the Ziller High Road
Sky zipping ahead