Bendy Long
I am extremely fortunate to have a great bunch of mates. Some of them ride motorcycles. The relationship I share with my riding mates is qualitatively different from the one I have with the non-riding ones. This is a story of my ride down to Bendalong with a couple of great mates
I am extremely fortunate to have a great bunch of mates. Some of them ride motorcycles. The relationship I share with my riding mates is qualitatively different from the one I have with the non-riding ones. This is a story of my ride down to Bendalong with a couple of great mates
Puttying Around
There’s a village called Putty you know, it’s not just a road. You’ve seen the sign haven’t you? A thousand times, out of the corner of your eye, as you zoom past the turn-off, the little sign that says “Putty, 4KM”. Ever since I first hit the Putty road 10 years ago, I’ve wanted to explore the mysterious bushland that surrounds the tarmac. So with the Husky 610 under me and a map in my pocket, I went exploring on the dirt.
There’s a village called Putty you know, it’s not just a road. You’ve seen the sign haven’t you? A thousand times, out of the corner of your eye, as you zoom past the turn-off, the little sign that says “Putty, 4KM”. Ever since I first hit the Putty road 10 years ago, I’ve wanted to explore the mysterious bushland that surrounds the tarmac. So with the Husky 610 under me and a map in my pocket, I went exploring on the dirt.
Floating fucks on track
I bought a Honda CBR 600RR a few months ago. Last week I did what any self-respecting CBR600RR owner should do. I took it out to the race track and flogged many fucks out of it. When I bought that pretty CBR, it came loaded with chicken strips and fucks. I have made this bike my own, it has no more fucks left to give. They were all scattered randomly along the 5KM of race track at eastern creek that day. And by now, depending on prevailing winds, I expect many of them floating fucks are half way across the Tasman en route to New Zealand.
I bought a Honda CBR 600RR a few months ago. Last week I did what any self-respecting CBR600RR owner should do. I took it out to the race track and flogged many fucks out of it. When I bought that pretty CBR, it came loaded with chicken strips and fucks. I have made this bike my own, it has no more fucks left to give. They were all scattered randomly along the 5KM of race track at eastern creek that day. And by now, depending on prevailing winds, I expect many of them floating fucks are half way across the Tasman en route to New Zealand.
It's always a Race!
Sometimes, just sometimes, I get drawn into a death race. Where 2 gladiators face each other with jousting sticks and charge at each other. And both parties know that neither will give an inch or flinch, to the death.
Sometimes, just sometimes, I get drawn into a death race. Where 2 gladiators face each other with jousting sticks and charge at each other. And both parties know that neither will give an inch or flinch, to the death.
Anatomy of a Motorcycle Crash
Motorcycles are time machines you know. They can make time go faster or slower and manipulate the space-time continuum. Don’t believe me? Then you have obviously never crashed a motorcycle.
Motorcycles are time machines you know. They can make time go faster or slower and manipulate the space-time continuum. Don’t believe me? Then you have obviously never crashed a motorcycle.
The 2014 BikeMe! Pilgrimage
Every year, in the dead of winter, a few hardy souls travel from all over this big brown land to congregate near the holy mountain of Australian Motorcycle Racing, Mount Panorama. We ride, camp, eat, drink and be merry. But above all, we give thanks to the road gods for continuing to bless us motorcyclists with open roads and fair winds on our travels.
Every year, in the dead of winter, a few hardy souls travel from all over this big brown land to congregate near the holy mountain of Australian Motorcycle Racing, Mount Panorama. We ride, camp, eat, drink and be merry. But above all, we give thanks to the road gods for continuing to bless us motorcyclists with open roads and fair winds on our travels.
Eastern Creek Track Day, Feb 2012
My first track day on the BMW K1200R. It was surprisingly fun as the big beemer served up huge dollops of grins.
My first track day on the BMW K1200R. It was surprisingly fun as the big beemer served up huge dollops of grins.
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