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ROCKERS
AND
ROLLERS
A FULL-THROTTLE MEMOIR
BRIAN JOHNSON
Contents
: Reflecting on the end of the beginning
: Exploring dangerous places
: The harrowing adventures of the road test
: Not your fathers tour bus story
: Dead or alive, you will be driven in style
: Occupation: Worlds Best Rock 'n' Roll Bass Player
: If Hell were a vacation, this would be it
: AC/DC, an Austrian, a music video, and a rather large vehicle
: How to crash your first race car
: Building a car with a headboard
: My first love
: The race that stopped a country
: When an old Brit shags a beautiful Italian
: The opposite of a chick magnet
: How not to order room service
: Too hot to run
: A lot more tit for your bang
: Two seats and a shelf
: The Beatles of cars
: Occupation: Worlds Best Drummer
: Does Rose Kennedy have a black dress?
: Trying to repay a debt
: King of the road
: Escaping the tax man
: What the fuck are you doing?
: Cheering up Cliff
: Drive this
: Drinking fractionally
: It all starts with the toys
: Dont be shy, your mother wasnt.
: The black velvet humpback whale
: Finding the Autodrome
: A smiling pregnant snail
: Occupation: Worlds Greatest Riffmeister
: If a marine were on steroids and driving
: Car rats in arms
: Occupation: Devilish Imp Schoolboy Guitarist
: You cant have one without the other
: Taking on the mentally challenged moral minority
: Riding shotgun
: Rhythm and blues and Saabs
: No shitting allowed. Shagging expected.
: Parachute jumping aint fun
: Make sure the doors locked
: What L-O-T-U-S really stands for
: Gentleman of the track
: Making beautiful cars awful
: How moonshine made race cars
: Are they drivers or gods?
: Too huge to drive
: Playing the sound of freedom for a million people
: Home is where the alligators are
: Handicapped cars are dangerous
: Death and destruction
: How Italy changes you
: When a Renzo marries a Zagato
: Right, Im up and Im staying up until I get a shag.
: Keeping your head horizontal
: The noise that will live with me forever
: Sitting on top of Mount Vesuvius
: The terrorizing of AC/DC
: Unsafe driving
: Were directors shagging him?
: The movies that get it right
: The Blues Brother
: The kind of car royalties get you
: Stilletoed shagger
: She crosses her legs so you cant get out
: Supergluing your ass to the wall
: What happens when you microwave it
: From Peking to Paris
: A spooky fuck
: What you find in Australia
: Peeing in a pint glass
: Tighter than a fishs arse
: Why reality television sucks
: Starting a band in a lousy year
: A cautionary tale
: Owning a car you cant afford
: A career born
: How to pass time on the road
: Safe operating speed: 0
: Siamese twins walk into a pub
: Im-French-and-fuck-you attitude
: Smoking is dangerous for your car
: When its magic time
: The two career choices and what I chose
: The end
Chapter 1
The Last Chapter
REFLECTING ON THE END OF THE BEGINNING
As I finish writing this exercise in fun and self-indulgence, I can only think that we, the generations of people from the 1920s till now and probably the next thirty years, we are the ones who drove cars, real cars. We are the ones who rode in the steam and diesel trains; some of us were lucky enough to fly in Concorde, to listen to the growl of a V8 Chevy engine, the purr of a Ferrari. We are the ones who could watch cars and motorcycles racing against each other and not feel like criminals. We are the ones who could still get speeding tickets, impress girls with our cars first and penis engineering afterwards.
Someone picking this up in 2050 might be being transported in God knows what, some grass-powered hybrid. We have been the lucky generations. And thats why every new car, every turn of the ignition key, is a new baby to me. Its what mans made out of nature. Its rock n roll.
Do I like cars?!
Chapter 2
Kids in Dunston
EXPLORING DANGEROUS PLACES
When we were kids in Dunston, a former mining village just outside Newcastle on the banks of the River Tyne, there were places we were told not to go. And, of course, thats where we wentbasically, anywhere dangerous. The power station was definitely off-limits, because of the slag heaps, which held water and also created a form of quicksand. But in between the dangerous bits there were old army trucks and old railway carriages. The carriages, they were red and cream with wood linings inside and beautiful lamps over the tables. The seats were a red-patterned cloth with high backs and headrests. I was completely and utterly in love with both the trains and the trucks.
I would ride my bike down there and climb into the cab of one of those old army three-tonners. Oh, the smell, I could never figure out what that smell was. But I ignored it and, just like at home, with my bed steering wheel, Id drive, but this was realthis had pedals I couldnt reach and a gearstick. My God, I was at Normandy, then North Africa, Anzioa fearless driver getting the ammunition through to the front line. Then Id run to the railway carriages and sit in them, yeah, just sit in them, because they were posh with a capital P. And there was that smell again: what the hell was that smell?
Years and years later, I still remember that smell, and I think Ive figured it out. It was the smell of sadness, of things that werent broken but had been left to rot, surplus to requirements. Ah, shit...
P.S.: It was also at this place, one Sunday afternoon, that about nine of us gathered, and one particular ladwho shall remain namelesssaid his older brother had just shown him a new trick called wanking. He got out his tadger (for that is what we called our tadgers), and proceeded with two fingers to jerk it up and down. Oh, how we laughed. Then he said, Cmon, everybody do it, or Ill bash you up! He was a tough guy. We all did it, none of us had an orgasm or anything near onehow can you, when youre thinking of a three-ton Bedford army truck?
Chapter 3
The Driving Test
THE HARROWING ADVENTURES OF THE ROAD TEST
The driving test: the final frontier, the High Noon of exams. I was eighteen years old, and I enrolled at the British School of Motoring to prepare for it. I was to drive in a Morris 1100, the Alec Issigonis designed car with a sideways mounted engine with an 1100-cc (or 1.1-liter) power plant. It was powder blue, unlike my instructors nose, which was end-of-cock purple. He had what I thought was a tiny mustache, but on closer inspection turned out to be nose hairs that looked like two hairy pussies side by side. His eyebrows were like a relief map of the Himalayas. They just went everywhere. He wore a three-quarter-length coat and a five-and-three-quarter-size trilby hat on his head. He was constantly blowing his nose and checking the contents of his handkerchief. He was as friendly as a male gorilla with nothing to shag! And lucky me had him all to myself for one whole hour.
Get in the vehicle.
Christ, the vehiclewhat the hell?
You will address me as Mr. Mephistopheles at all times. You will follow my instructions and you will not deviate from them. You will not turn to face me when you are driving. You vill obey my orders at all times, and YOU VILL BE SHOT IF YOU GO OVER THIRTY MILES AN HOUR!
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