Finding my way home

From Port Lincoln I continued up and around the coast popping into the various settlements along the way. It amazed me the number of these little towns on my trip that had quite prominent murals painted on walls. In endurance riding circles Horrocks pass is the welcome to the east, the first set of true…

Heading east – part 2

There’s something very beautiful about the Nullabor. Many just see the long drag that you have to take when going across the country. However, it isn’t like that. The landscape and vegetation changes many times as you move through the countryside, often with little or no transition. Trees, no trees, scrub, plains, rolling hills. And…

Heading East – part 1

Waking up to the sound of the ocean is very calming, in fact it made it hard to get going at all. It wasn’t helped by taking my cereal and coffee to the top of the dune and sitting and contemplating the world. Then with my tent still wet from the night’s dew I went…

Following the WA coastline

After the intensity of the first two days of this trip, followed by my brother-in-laws wedding in Albany I am now casually making my way back home. The plan is to head to the south west tip of Australia then travel as far north as Geraldton then go inland and down to Kalgoolie and head…

The 50cc – just don’t give up

The motorcycle community like all communities is made up of a wide range of different sub cultures. There’s the sports bike riders with their fast sports bikes and often bright leathers; the tourers with huge heavy bikes complete with surround sound and arm rests for the pillion; the adventure riders with big tall bikes and…

Just making it up

And then sometimes you just have to ride and make it up as you go. … There are days when the road calls and all you want to do is sit and watch the world pass beneath you. Just you, the road, and your thoughts. There are other days where it’s nice to share the moment,…

To Ride

Riding through the countryside the other weekend, through the fog as it burns off in the morning sun, past the hundreds of birds as they take flight, and through main streets of small country towns that time has forgotten. Do car drivers see this? Do they feel the towns they pass through? Or are they…

Temora Aviation Museum

If you’re into planes, mildly interesting in planes, or have just seen a plane the Temora Aviation Museum offers something for everyone. Okay the last category maybe a stretch but there is a shop.. So with gates not open until 10am and the first plane in the air not until 11:45 there was no need…

Weekend ride in the mountains

There’s something empowering about riding alone. Setting you’re own schedule, changing plans on the fly, not having to come to consensus on decisions, and overcoming obsticles as they arise. Don’t get me wrong, hanging out in a group is good but you have a lot of different issues to contend with. Maybe its the introvert…

Mad Max and the journey home

A few months ago I saw a story about a British Mad Max fan who moved his Mad Max collection to Silverton, about 30km out of Broken Hill. So my plan had to incorporate a trip out to Silverton to have a look at the museum. What made it even better was the owner is…