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ScotchMist said:
I'm in the mood to drive, If I had a motor with me I'd be gone.... :)
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All I ever learned in countless hours of driving lessons and more failed tests than I care to remember is that every other road user was trying to kill me. So I started forging my own bus tickets, using an old dot-matrix printer pulled from a skip, a purple ribbon that had to be hand-wound into the old cartridge and an ancient PC with no hard drive (£5) that, when it worked, ran BADWOLF.BAS -- a couple of hundred lines of BASIC to reproduce perfectly the font of a Wayfarer II and the layout of a ticket.

With the help of my then-housemate and a few others, we took the local bus companies for a few K (it would have been more, but tpo many people just didn't believe that any driver would accept our forgeries. In the end, we ended up swapping 100 eleven-journey tickets -- a grand's worth, if you'd bought them off a bus driver -- for an ounce of Cliff the Spliff's squidgy. Fair broke my heart, it did) before they rudely interrupted us by upgrading all their ticket machines from Wayfarer IIs to Parkeons. (I suppose I should have been grateful that they had upgraded to Wayfarers only a few years before, when a fare increase took the price of the longest journey to more digits than their old Setright machines could cope with.) But I can honestly say that few buzzes compare to the one I got when an inspector got on the bus, checked my forged ticket and haned it back with a nod and a smile. It was like there was an orange sun in my belly, trying to shine its light out of every one of my pores.

And so we come to one of my Great Regrets. Around that time, in Birmingham, West Midlands Travel -- whose paper I also had a stash of; for my housemate's ex-flatmate in Brum was one of the faithful. He said he could only spot a genuine Daysaver by the fact that the time of issue on the few his new flatmate bought was invariably much later than the times we were printing on ours) were running a "Lucky Ticket" promotion; simply take your bus ticket with the winning serial number to any Travelcard agent and claim a £10 prize. I figured we could work our way all the way around the number eleven route with a stack of forged tickets, all bearing the winning number (I could lay any serial number I wanted on the tickets I printed .....) and one of which being a Daysaver for that day, picking up a tenner from every Travelcard agent (there was one in almost every parade of shops) along the way. Maybe even start at Hall Green, one of us catch the 11A and the other catch the 11C, meet up in Handsworth, catch the number 16 back to New Street Station and be out of the place before anyone worked out what had just happened. By accident of physical geography, my home gets a better TV picture from Sutton Coldfield than from Nottingham; so we would have caught the relevant news that evening about the two mysterious strangers who had just brazenly walked into so many newsagents and convenience stores with forged lucky bus tickets and claimed the £10 prize (cut to grainy mono CCTV footage of an amorphous grey blob handing something to another amorphous grey blob), and how the matter was now in the hands of the West Midlands Serious Crime Squad. Or maybe not, since I don't think I actually had a telly then.

If only I had dared go through with it ..... Ah, blame it on drugs. Or lack of drugs. If we'd managed to score a few blues, he might have convinced me to tell him of the planned scam, and then there would have been no bottling out -- "Live life to the full and never pass up an opportunity to have phun" was our mantra.
 
Great story Julie :)
And here I was thinking I was the only one who forged a bus ticket in his youth...
 
NightsEpiphany said:
I'm getting a free bus pass.

Re phunning. Is it wrong for one to explain whats phunny?

Can Oysters be forged?
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OysterCards can be recharged by a dodgy geezer in every South London pub, using a little black box he carries with him. He will demonstrate how with the flick of a switch, your OysterCard can be topped up to the tune of £50, and walk with you to the nearest station with a machine where you can check it. And then, he will offer to sell you the card-topper-upper box for just £100, because he is down on his luck and desperate for the money. And it's already halfway towards paying for itself.
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When you get it home, you will find that it contains naught but a 9 volt smoke alarm battery, a resistor, a switch and an LED -- and that somehow he switched your card for a loaded one. But still only worth half what you paid for the device .....
Phun was a loose term for any kind of hacking; phones, computers, vehicles, if it could be used for a purpose other than it was intended, we'd misuse it. And if it couldn't, well, that was just a challenge.

By the way, I now own what can best be described as a "sky blue pink box with yellow spots on" ..... ingredients, one old PC cost written off with its once shiny, not quite so new anymore 64-bit replacement, some Open Source software downloaded from the Internet and a piece of specialist hardware available for about £50 on eBay.
 
My story isnt anywhere near as intriguing as yours julie, as mine grew from spite more than a curious mind. You see as a youth i too was short oncash but also on luck, ans as such have been caught on numerous occasion with an invalid ticket whileriding the bus. To school. At 6 30 am. I mean wtf law says the controller guy can hold you until you pay the fine or they call the police? When you are 12 for crying out loud. The worst pat is theae were not gentle men trying to teach the young respect for the law but men with frustration to take out on innocent (ish) youngsters.
2 humiliations down the line i had first a stack of tickets with all possible combinations of ticket sramps available of which i would let the controller pick the one right for the bus i was using. Unsurprisingly they didnt like that and tried unsucessfully to fine me for it. I mean wtf i was carrying a valid ticket not my fault they dont check when they are supposed to.
2 more humiliation s later and i had hijacked the library scanner ans was printing tickets at the school computer on specially slimmed down paper.
Thats when il earnt the basics of photo editing and color proofing.
 
BecomingJulie said:
OysterCards can be recharged by a dodgy geezer in every South London pub, using a little black box he carries with him. He will demonstrate how with the flick of a switch, your OysterCard can be topped up to the tune of £50, and walk with you to the nearest station with a machine where you can check it. And then, he will offer to sell you the card-topper-upper box for just £100, because he is down on his luck and desperate for the money. And it's already halfway towards paying for itself.
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When you get it home, you will find that it contains naught but a 9 volt smoke alarm battery, a resistor, a switch and an LED -- and that somehow he switched your card for a loaded one. But still only worth half what you paid for the device .....
Phun was a loose term for any kind of hacking; phones, computers, vehicles, if it could be used for a purpose other than it was intended, we'd misuse it. And if it couldn't, well, that was just a challenge.

By the way, I now own what can best be described as a "sky blue pink box with yellow spots on" ..... ingredients, one old PC cost written off with its once shiny, not quite so new anymore 64-bit replacement, some Open Source software downloaded from the Internet and a piece of specialist hardware available for about £50 on eBay.
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Sounds a bit crappy n old.... but then the new stuff is practically priceless...correction it is priceless me Julie.

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I can go anywhere in the country with my free bus pass.
 
Joking apart, I believe that public transport payment systems which predated London Transport's OysterCard have been hacked.

Of course, then the question is, is it cheaper to upgrade all your fare management systems to ones that haven't been hacked yet, or just keep quiet about the whole thing even if it means letting a few people get away with not paying?

(Even the printer -- an Apple ImageWriter -- was hacked. I had no manual for it. I did have an Amiga computer with driver for the printer, and another printer with a hex dump mode. So I crafted a Protext document with plain and bold and plain and italic and plain and nderlined and plain and [d]double width[/d] and back to plain text, over and over again for several lines with different line spacings, and printed it using the ImageWriter driver and the Citizen printer in hex dump mode. Then, by studying the hex codes carefully, I was able to determine the codes for various text effects. Similarly, a specially-crafted picture in DeluxePaint contained the codes to enter graphics mode and fire particular combinations of pins to form a known pattern of pixels. From the hex dump, I was able to determine not only the codes to switch between text and graphics modes, but which bit of a byte controlled which pin of the print head. I evidently had far too much time on my hands.)
 
I had plans for the Summer of '98. Mostly involving spending three weeks visiting a town a day, touring the housing estates wielding an impressive-looking electronic devcie with a big LED display and offering to "Y2K test" people's toasters, kettles, microwaves and VCRs for an appropriate fee. Abandoned when they tried to build a road through a nearby park, and I was called instead to a spot of eco-warrioring. Lauren turning up with Zoë didn't help, either, if we're being honest. Not that I'd probably even have dared go through with it.
 
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Hate my sweaty socks
Drove for hours with two hitchhikers
Whose socks also stank
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true story :( they needed to get back to poland but i wasn't headed quite that far, still, a good deed's done. some decent smoke now!
 
NightsEpiphany said:
I don't know how you got by without amanuel....you must be able to think outside the box.

ed @ Julie about 4 posts up.
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I'm a hacker. It's who I am. It's in the blood, and it's in the belly. It's like a desire to understand everything. It's something you have or you don't. If you have it, you realise that the purpose of a fence is to be climbed. And you hack. You make things. You break things. Sometimes you even put them back together. You learn how things work. You ask "what else could I use that for?" and "What else could I use instead of that to do more or less the same thing?" You see past artificial boundaries and how things fit together.

Because you hope that one day, you will understand everything; and upon seeing the few simple rules that govern the universe expressed in the language of pure mathematics (or some other form more comprehensible to you), finally achieve unity with the cosmos. And even if you don't, nobody can say you didn't have phun trying.
 
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