On Saturday Grumpy and I travelled down to Boyup Brook for its annual ute and truck muster. As you can imagine, this kind of event brings together an impressive concentration of bogans, complete with flanno shirts, blue singlets, chicks and beer.
Most of the cars were really well looked after and they paraded through the town with flags, both Australian and Bundy rum, flying proudly. I was particularly taken with some of the stickers:
"My ute, my country
No distance too far
Just follow my dust to the next B&S bar."
"If you think this ute is dirty, try a night with the driver."
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Those gigs always make me feel sentimental. Also, saw a bumper sticker the other day on a real ute (rust-and-red-dust-covered variety):
"Country Chicks Wear Boots, Drive Utes"
*sigh*
*homesick*
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