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CIRCLE OF LIFE
Published on April 20th, 2015 | by Al
The third day after I got my licence back I bought a wee-strom... Read More →
Published on April 20th, 2015 | by Al
The third day after I got my licence back I bought a wee-strom... Read More →
Published on April 7th, 2015 | by Boris
I have sequestered myself in my garage. Like a mendicant monk. But there’s a YZF-R1 in there with me and a quantity of beer, so it’s not so tedious. The rain is teeming down. The gutters... Read More →
Published on April 6th, 2015 | by Al
"Certainly not with that attitude”, said Gonzo... Read More →
Published on April 4th, 2015 | by Boris
Any day starts better if it starts with burek. Thus my Good Friday at the Bankstown Bike Show started with burek. I took Boon, because Boon had never eaten burek and he was going to kill... Read More →
Published on April 2nd, 2015 | by Boris
Couldn’t sleep. Ragnar Lothbrok’s bestest buddy, Athelstane the God-botherer, had been killed by Floki, and it was most upsetting. In the garage, Redemption waited. Redemption has always waited in my various garages. It’s a good place... Read More →
Published on April 1st, 2015 | by Boris
Peakier than a greyhound looking at live rabbits. Not sure if I am the rabbit and the R1 is the greyhound. It’s raining. There is fog. The traffic is thicker than most of the people on... Read More →
Published on March 30th, 2015 | by Boris
No-one would have predicted that. Except me. I predicted it. Hell, I sacrificed entire Hungarian villages of screaming peasants to make it happen. It was meant to be a Ducati versus Honda race. Crazy Joe and... Read More →
Published on March 20th, 2015 | by Boris
Have you ever felt more alive than shortly after you’ve almost died? When every fibre of your love-handled being crackles and thrums with affirmed life, and all the world’s colours are suddenly brighter? Fluffy endogenous opioids... Read More →
Published on March 18th, 2015 | by Boris
It was late when I rolled into the servo for fuel. Must have been around two am. Only werewolves, cops and nasty old bastards on stupid motorcycles were abroad. It was also cold. Not teeth-achingly cold,... Read More →
Published on March 16th, 2015 | by Al
As you might have noticed, the Metaxa was kicking in... Read More →