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NORTH TO PARONOMASIA
Published on December 7th, 2015 | by Al
“I took that Michelin you gave me in to the bike shop in Mudgee to have it fitted,” Ben told me on the phone... Read More →
Published on December 7th, 2015 | by Al
“I took that Michelin you gave me in to the bike shop in Mudgee to have it fitted,” Ben told me on the phone... Read More →
Published on November 23rd, 2015 | by Al
The cop asked for my licence. “Why do you want my licence?” I asked.... Read More →
Published on November 9th, 2015 | by Al
“You know”, I said, “this is just like Phillip Island, except Vicpol don’t have a roadblock out the front of the resort to stop every motorcyclist and make him show his licence.”... Read More →
Published on October 26th, 2015 | by Al
I knew the GSX-S1000F ABS wasn’t a sport-tourer when I tried to strap a seat bag to it... Read More →
Published on October 12th, 2015 | by Al
Boris talked me in to going north at Phillip Island MotoGP time. Just short of the Queensland border, in fact.... Read More →
Published on September 28th, 2015 | by Al
The email started “I am reaching out to you” so I hit the delete icon. This was to be a week of action and preparation, of stiffening the sinews and summoning up the blood, and there... Read More →
Published on September 14th, 2015 | by Al
It is the only language that the Schäferhunds are taught to obey... Read More →
Published on August 31st, 2015 | by Al
It was the third day I had been there. Thursday it was visiting the sick, Friday it was burying the dead, and Saturday it was filling the V-twins. The place wasn’t growing on me... Read More →
Published on August 17th, 2015 | by Al
A calming beer at St Albans, I thought, would be just the thing to stiffen the sinews and summon up the blood... Read More →
Published on July 21st, 2015 | by Boris
It’s relentless, isn’t it? There’s no let up. It just keeps coming and coming and coming. And it’s working. It was always going to work and that is why those who rule us do it. I... Read More →