May 9th, 2014 | by Boris
It was only a matter of time before the vile Hipster turned his attention to my beloved motorcycling, spread wide its exclusive little hams with his freshly tattooed fingers, and jammed his horrid phallus deep into its hitherto private parts
April 11th, 2014 | by Boris
My only memory of what happened after I’d been wheeled through a kilometre of corridors to Westmead’s surgery wing was
April 3rd, 2014 | by Boris
Following a beaut motorcycle accident, Borrie recounts his time in hospital in excruciating detail. This is Part Two of The Price
March 27th, 2014 | by Boris
I grabbed the handlebars with both hands, bent my knees and started to heave the slowly haemorrhaging beast upright, but my left hand refused to co-operate. I could move my fingers, but they felt tingly and weak. I must have banged it hard
March 9th, 2014 | by Boris
A Sunday provides beautiful scenery, great roads, smiling mates, fine meat products, cold beer, mobile chicanes, Japanese schoolgirls and a KTM 1290 Superduke
January 16th, 2014 | by Boris
It was a school night – and all the naughty boys and girls know there’s not a lot of Highway Patrol action around on a school night. This makes school nights the right nights for certain motorcycle shenanigans
January 10th, 2014 | by Boris
Just because you can, ladies...um, doesn't mean you should. Seriously
November 27th, 2013 | by Boris
“I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose.” Woody Allen
November 14th, 2013 | by Boris
I have been invisible for 35 years. That is how long I have been riding a motorcycle, and that is how long car drivers have not seen me
