This weekend wasn’t about a big ride. It was a chance to simply get out for a ride in the mountains, do some camping, and just hang out with a couple of mates. A chance to escape the city and just be in the moment. Enjoy the scenery, the road, and the angry growl of a 14 echoing off mountain walls. Just enjoying being alive.
Weekend motorcycle ride to the western NSW town of Wilcannia for the inauguration of the Iron Butt Association (IBA) Australia memorial. An opportunity to ride, camp, hang out with friends, and remember friends no longer with us.
It’s two months since our ride in the Swiss alps and we are craving more time in the mountains. Last minute plans saw us on the bike and heading for the Australian high country for an early Spring ride.
They say there’s no motorcycles parked in front of a psychiatrist office. But man after battling the winds today there maybe one outside the Physio. Today’s ride was to Barneys cafe at Bookham.
It’s really easy to forget just how fast life can change and sometimes the reminders are stark and in your face. Or in my case lying in the middle of the road in peak hour traffic, wondering what the hell happened.
After being cooped up inside for the past couple of weeks feeling crook it was nice to escape and get out and enjoy the sunshine. The calendar says that winter started on Saturday, and the sun was out. I’m outta here.! Today there was no real plan. Just a ride in the sunshine. Okay the…
Walking out the door at 3:15 last Saturday morning I briefly thought about grabbing my electric vest but as it was going to be a minimum of 2 degrees C it shouldn’t be too bad.
For the next hour and a half the temp hovered between 0 and 3 degrees. Maybe I should have grabbed that vest.