I remember back in the late '70s riding my dragster bike with a torch strap to the handlebars, through the stormwater drain for about 1.5 km to the local creek with friends. After we came out we were covered in slime, we had fun,,...but I don't think my mother was very happy when I got home.
Also remember catching tiger snakes down at the creek, and rafting down the creek with friends.
Another time, I remember we had a bet on who could do the biggest skid on a bike down a hill towards the creek, my brother was 1st, then I had a go, our friend Mark was next, he was flying down the hill, he got to about halfway down the hill and put the brakes on. The brakes didn't work, and Mark ended up on the creek bike and all. Poor Mark climbed out of the creek, he was soooo wet, it was his bike and it was still in the creek, he had to jump back into the creek to get it back. I had tears in my eye from laughing so much, my brother was laughing so much he wet his pants. (true story)
