Adam Piggott

Gentleman adventurer

Sovietman reviews Pushing Rubber Downhill.

Sovietman was kind enough to purchase my first book Pushing Rubber Downhill, and then was even kinder to review it.

There’s a secret place just outside Melbourne on the Yarra River. We normally don’t spread the word too widely because we don’t want it to become crowded with bloody tourists, but because you’re my mates, and mostly in America anyway, I’ll tell you about it.

It’s called Pound Bend. The river does a large, irregular loop and comes back to itself. You park your car in the middle then float down the river on a lilo or boogie board or, like some people I know, a baby pool with beer-filled esky.

To float all the way around, through the bush and past occasional tiger snakes, takes about three of the most relaxing hours you’re ever likely to enjoy. And when you’re finished you can walk back up to the carpark from the other side and go home.

You can’t see what’s ahead of you because each twist and turn hides the way ahead. Sometimes the bush becomes thick and jungly. Sometimes the river slows over rocky shallows and you have to get out and walk. There are deep, cold waterholes, ancient river red gums and occasional sand bars that make a good spot to stop and sunbathe or piss.

This is what Pushing Rubber Downhill is like. The young Adam starts in one spot, you think you can guess where he’s headed, then all of a sudden there’s a bend, an unexpected cataract and he’s on the other side of the world getting scammed by a Ugandan hit man.

Read the rest. And then pick up a copy if you haven’t already done so. It’s the only way you can support me as I don’t go around begging on Patreon or whatever else the loser kids are using these days.


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  1. I bought it. I’ll review it on Amazon once I’ve read it.

  2. We aren’t allowed to float on our river here anymore. Used to by one of the highlights of August. Took about four hours to go from parking spot to parking spot, there were sandy beaches in a couple spots where you could stop for a swim or to eat some lunch. The complainers complained, the environmentalists preached, end result, no more floating.

    Oh, and there weren’t any king snakes. Or any other poisonous snakes. Because 19 of the top most poisonous things in the world live in Australia. Which might be why they still let you float. It helps feed the snakes.

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