My track trips were in the mid-70s and they were prized by the Melbourne F27 pilot group. Always with the Adelaide girls so it tended to be one big family event for the week.
- the Travelodge in DRW gave all crews the one floor, as I recall, to minimise nuisance to the real, paying guests - the memory recalls one night involving wet towels in the doors and a spurious fire alarm going off - pity the folk inside didn't realise the chap banging on the door was senior hotel management and not the crew over the corridor.
- picnics at Berry Springs
- late night BBQs out the Chasm - provided you spun a good enough yarn
- very seedy, hungover crews on occasion
- the oft-reported close shaves from time to time
- the occasional frantic early morning runaround trying to remember just which room your bags, sheets, towels, etc., might have been relocated to unbeknownst to you whilst you were sound asleep in the arms of Bacchus the previous night
- joining in with the Jet crew parties back when crewing regularly would loose pilots and hosties for days at a time
- camel riding afternoons at the Alice
- trying to get up sufficient motivation actually to get onto the jet in ASP to go home, rather than negotiating for another week on the track.
need one go on ?
[priapism - some might observe that yours is a wonderfully appropriate codeword .. at least for some of the track trips.]