I must admit I feel right at home in this Thread, I have a rather sensitive system, we don't know what set's
it off, I've had a number of checks and test's, and still none the wiser why my systems will be fine one minute
and the next minute I'm running to the Can 3 or 4 times during the evening with a case of the Squirts!
Most memorable was 12 months ago, I moved from Cairns in North Queensland Australia to Launceston in Tasmania
so a 4000k trip, spread over 4 days, 3rd day into the trip and my systems has been behaving itself, considering the diet has not been the best, and eating at all sorts of weird times and places, but anyway I am getting close to the border of New South Wales and Victoria, middle of no where. I get the familiar cramp in the belly. quickly I ask the Sat Nav where the nearest public restroom is located,
about 100k's away, Shit!
![bang head](https://ducatimonsterforum.org/Smileys/classic/banghead.gif)
So thankfully I had packed a Toilet roll in the car, it was then that I realized I had packed it under all the stuff in the back of the car, buried in beside the Spare Tire!
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So I am in the middle of Bushland on a pretty quiet back road, so I pull over and frantically start unpacking the Trunk of the car, find the hidden Treasure of Toilet paper and hastily repacking the car as fast as I could, all the while straining like I have never strained in my life to contain the brown Demon within.
Car closed up, I lock the car, keys in pocket, I run into the scrub about 20 meters from the road, a quick scan around looking for any roving eyes about to witness a horror that will scar them for life, no one is around, I drop the Jeans and in the Immortal words of Russell Crowe in the Movie Gladiator "At my Signal, unleash hell"
There are bugs flying around, sharp sticks and prickles, all the while worried that the few passing cars that are on this backroad, some poor soul will get concerned by a little Hyundai Getz parked on the side of the road and:
A: Decide to stop and see if I need any assistance, walk into the scrub and then I'm paying for some bastard to go to Therapy
B: They decide to stop, trash the car and make off with the Contents.
or
C: Take a Shot at the car and then I'm Driving into the Police state that is Victoria with Gunshot scars on my Car.
"No officer, there not Gunshot holes, there Speed holes!"
But thankfully none of that happened, I finished up, cleaned up and walked away vowing to never look back!
Sad part is, I get back to the car, use enough hand sanitizer to drown someone, get my composure and then drive off.
I get back up to highway speed and drive over the next rise, and there are some public Restrooms!
![bang head](https://ducatimonsterforum.org/Smileys/classic/banghead.gif)
Barely 30 seconds beyond where I just was, but because they were on the other side of a rise in the road, I couldn't see them, and the damn TomTom didn't know about them.
Bet that tree will never be the same though
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