Biker Road Tales

Y’KNOW WHAT I like best about diaries? They’re private. You can write anything you like and nobody will ever know.…

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

THE FILM and television business is glitzy and glamorous for sure, with bullshit being a vital ingredient; for us bikers,…

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

EVERY SINGLE one of my good mates growing up on Sydney’s Northern Beaches rode motorbikes. However, we did socialise with…

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…

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

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

AFTER WORKING for the same company for a long time, I finally pulled the pin. I thought between jobs I…

THE RIDE To Darwin was a bit of a let-down—five from Queensland and two from Sydney—but Hell, did we have…

LIKE MOST lifetime bikers, I’ve had my fair share of prangs; hit four cars: the first one a minor ouch,…