You wouldn’t think painting a bike matte black would suddenly make it so much nastier and meaner and more desireable, would you? Well, you would if you’d have painted as many motorcycles matte black as I... Read More→
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→
I have, over the years, offered myself up as a model for various items of clothing. Think Jennifer Hawkins but with testicles, tattoos and shorter hair. I then write about my experiences with this clothing and... Read More→
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→
I bumped into Moose from Highway 61, the club that organises and runs the Bankstown Bike Show – and has been doing so for 25 years – just near the trophy table. He was, as always,... Read More→
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→
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→