AMCN Twisty Bits
STRENG VERBOTEN
Published on January 14th, 2014 | by Boris
If you’ve ever wanted to see absolute power corrupt absolutely, just look north of the Tweed River... Read More →
Published on January 14th, 2014 | by Boris
If you’ve ever wanted to see absolute power corrupt absolutely, just look north of the Tweed River... Read More →
Published on January 13th, 2014 | by Al
Then I came around a turn and there was dust and a gixxer on its side and scars in the bitumen... Read More →
Published on January 6th, 2014 | by Boris
I met Kel at a civilised hour and we proceeded, as civilised men do, at a civilised pace to Manly beach, where I reasoned a goodly proportion of the city’s babe population would be rubbing oil into its lady parts and getting its New Year’s Eve suntan on... Read More →
Published on December 30th, 2013 | by Al
I had been absorbing less than the recommended dose of motorcycles due to business commitments in the weeks preceding the Labour Day long weekend, and I needed to go for a ride. The Honda was indisposed, and... Read More →
Published on December 29th, 2013 | by Boris
The sun was shining, the King was thrumming his baritone notes at the world, and I was hoping a wasp wouldn’t lance me in the face with its arse-knife and shit-up my day... Read More →
Published on December 16th, 2013 | by Boris
I had a sparkling Harley-Davidson Road King between my legs. I had a leave pass. I had a bit of money in my pocket. I was not wanted by the police for anything. And I was catching up with killers... Read More →
Published on December 16th, 2013 | by Al
There was smoke in the air... Read More →
Published on December 15th, 2013 | by Boris
It’s fascinating watching a government go insane. Queensland has become Bat Country. It is also terribly disturbing, and if it was happening in my state, I would be digging up the buried hardware, liquidating my assets, and stockpiling food... Read More →
Published on December 9th, 2013 | by Boris
There’s a pretty little King, waiting for the Thing, down in the Jungle Room... Read More →
Published on December 9th, 2013 | by Boris
The time had come to sell my Shovelhead. After four years, obscene loads of money, 140,000km, three sex acts, one failed police chase and literally kilos of Loctite, Autosol and a vast range of different sealants, it was time for it and I to part company... Read More →