I seen the Steel Wheels I think, couldve been voodoo lounge
We went there in a VW Bug , I was in the back seat.
My 2 friends Rod and Justine were in the front and we had a big load of firewood which made the bug rather nose heavy (but thats another story)....
As we didnt have tickets our aim was to jump the fence
But a truck had rolled on the highway on the drive up and there was a huge traffic jam, And Im in the back of a bug thats growing smaller by the minute....
So by the time we got there the show was started, we parked as close as possible in some persons front yard and sized up the fence jumping operation.
Now I had my winos overcoat on, a big woolen coat with lots of pockets, into which I had put a good supply of bottled beer, ( not that I really needed it with the shroom juice I had defrosted and consumed prior to climbing into the back seat of the VW Beetle....
But I was the type of drinker who never ran out of supplies see��
Ok so the venue is round,
security is 2x2 walking in opposite directions around the circumference.
I decided to chicken out on fence jumping as the Stones were quite audible and I could see the show on the big screen.
Also I was tripping quite strongly and quite incapable of fencejumping and I had the sense to realise the fact.
So I became lookout
My mates casually got closer to the fence, I was far enough away to observe the pairs of security and as they passed each other they had thier backs to us till the next pairs appeared.
Therein lay the window of opportunity!
At the best time possible I gave the signal and over they went!
Found out later they got right to the front of the stage, while I leaned against a tree watching from outside.
Its only Rock n Roll but I like it....
ok the rains stopped now��
You've been a bad bad man in your time MotorbikerX, and this one had me doubled up with laughter. Gold tops or blue meanies? I finally figured out the reason they tasted so bad was because you weren't supposed to eat them.
I saw them in the 1973 tour in Melbourne. I drove there in an old $50 Vanguard loaded up with mates, and blew a front wheel cylinder coming down the last hill towards the stadium, jammed it down a gear to slow down a bit, bounced over a railway crossing with the warning bells starting to clang for an coming train just as we cleared the crossing, and did a tight turn up over a kerb into a park and did a handbrake stop there.
Left the junker there and went to the concert.
To get home I cut the hose to the leaking cylinder, folded it back and tied it off with wire, refilled the master cylinder with detergent, did a sloppy bleed job at that hose and drove it home. I probably shouldn't admit that I drove it like that for another 3 months.