Biker Road Tales

I’VE NEVER been to a 100th celebration before, and although this was nominally a celebration of Stewy’s 70th birthday, plus…

THE STREET I live in was always a ‘dog’ street, rather than a ‘cat’ street. It’s a cul-de-sac, but most…

WHAT IS it with women? Why can’t they be ordinary? They’re always re-inventing themselves. I couldn’t work out the old…

ROCK CONCERTS are great, aren’t they? The bigger the better, I say, and one of the bigger ones I remember…

BACK IN the 1960’s I lived in Toowoomba and my sister and I often made it to the local biker…

AS A YOUNG fella, ridin’ motorbikes, drinkin’ beer and chasin’ the chicky babes was all I wanted to do; sometimes,…

LOVE POMMIE bikes: Norton and Triumph twins, AJS singles, Manx Nortons, overhead camshaft Matchless and AJS racers, Vincent V-Twins —…

A BLOKE I used to ride with was known as Rumball of the Baileys, a humorous play on the title…

SO I’M DRIVING down to Geelong and I’m fumin’! “You wait! When I’m Minister fer Roads there’s gunna be some…

I REMEMBER GOING to Bathurst one Easter for the bike races — maybe it was 1978 — and was totally…

AFTER CHECKING out the sights of Darwin it was time to leave. On my way to Litchfield National Park, I…

IT WAS a different time back in the 1970s when only big banks and scientists had computers. Instead of mobile…