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NOT THE DROIDS
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 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 20th, 2015 | by Al
He said it had nothing to do with that map on the TV of forecast snow all the way up the Great Dividing Range to the Queensland border... Read More →
Published on July 6th, 2015 | by Al
One should always have a good reason to be in Lithgow. It is a cold hole of a place... Read More →