I was looking at the picture section and couldn't miss the thong, bikini and wet Tshirt pictures and it brought back memories of my youth. Guys can relate since as women say, we guys are all alike.
Remember when sex was an adventure, risky, mind altering, world encompassing and then, we discovered how much better it was WITH a partner?? Just a thought.
Just got back from a 2200k run up the country, caught up with my heavily pregnant daughter and brother who i haven't seen for 2yrs. Had a blast, the trip up wasn't much fun went via the Newell Highway which runs adjacent the hay plain which is desert country, hot, dry, windy and fckin dusty not the ideal riding conditions but made it thru to other side...lol. Came across a bloke and his missus on a beamer cruiser who had had a truck pull out in front of them when they were heading in for fuel and he had put the bike down, he was exhausted, been riding for hrs only stopping for fuel, they were both ok thankfully, bike wore some gravel rash but was ok to continue. apart from that the rest of the trip up was uneventful. stayed at my bro's place 4 days, plenty of beers laughs, got the itch to get back on the road, rolled out of bed at 4.30am, Kerrie had cooked eggs and bacon in a pita bread roll, some sandwichs for lunch, shes an angel, left there at 6am, it was cold and the wind had been blowing all night, hesistated momentarialy about leaving but fired up the Magna, pulled on the wet gear and got moving,fueled up in Bathurst and headed for the open road. Stopped about an hr out and checked my ph, had a message from a good m8 from Mildura, he just got some wheels under his r's again, bought himself a HondaVFR 800, cya out there George, must get up an see him soon time for a beer i reckon. Anyway back on the road nothin to exciting came back thru Young down to Wagga Wagga to Culcairn then crossed over to Finlay, oh after coming across a gravel rd had to do some detouring to find the right rd. Back to my daughters place, 10hrs on the rd an yeah i had cple breaks, had lunch and stopped at a place on the side of the rd that was an old house an the bloke had the biggest array of diecast models i have ever seen for sale, apologized and told him i would stop in next trip when i bring the kids up in the car, couldn't fit much on the bike. stayed with my daughter and her fella again then cruized home, my wifes b/day so thought i better be home, the m.i.l. had come up, arrived home and darling wife wasn't home.....lol, just out doing some business shit. And thats about it i s'pose like i said nothing to exciting wish i was still out there thoroughly enjoyed bein on the road again as always. Oh by the way darling daughter had the baby, so i am a G'pa, a little boy Kade Micheal John, healthy a cple wks early but all is well, must get over and c them both soon.
Each to his own, when you see fifty front ends flashed up in front of you in quick succession they all seem to look alike, admit it when you go to a rally and the wet teeshirt part comes on who looks at the name or number the first time round, its when it has caught your eye you slow down and look at other aspects, this is the same I am now looking closer!
We had the reopening of the grounds after a long closure to Warragamba Dam, Sydneys Water supply today, "Damfest". It Promised a bike/car show, a bit of a festival etc....Except the heavens opened and we got a wet ar*e riding home, but not before I took a couple of photos.
We had the reopening of the grounds after a long closure to Warragamba Dam, Sydneys Water supply today, "Damfest". It Promised a bike/car show, a bit of a festival etc....Except the heavens opened and we got a wet ar*e riding home, but not before I took a couple of photos.
We had the reopening of the grounds after a long closure to Warragamba Dam, Sydneys Water supply today, "Damfest". It Promised a bike/car show, a bit of a festival etc....Except the heavens opened and we got a wet ar*e riding home, but not before I took a couple of photos.
We had the reopening of the grounds after a long closure to Warragamba Dam, Sydneys Water supply today, "Damfest". It Promised a bike/car show, a bit of a festival etc....Except the heavens opened and we got a wet ar*e riding home, but not before I took a couple of photos.
We had the reopening of the grounds after a long closure to Warragamba Dam, Sydneys Water supply today, "Damfest". It Promised a bike/car show, a bit of a festival etc....Except the heavens opened and we got a wet ar*e riding home, but not before I took a couple of photos.
I took the Boss for a short but sweet ride this morning down to McLaren Vale which is a well renown wine region here in South Australia. We were not in any hurry and the low speeds allowed me to think back on the early years of my life and start to think where have the years gone. So I thought I might document a little of those years for you guys and girls to read.
I am the grandson of a WW1 vet who saw service in France and the son of a WW2 vet who saw service in New Guinea and Malaya. Because, as came later to realise, both those men in my life suffered from post traumatic stress, I had a fairly dysfunctional childhood. But having said that I will always be thankful to my father for instilling in me a love of motorcycles. I will always cherish the times I spent with him riding around the back roads on his old red Vincent.
I left school and home at the age of 15 and went to work on what was then the largest fenced in sheep station (ranch) in the southern hemisphere, Commonwealth Hill. In those days station life was bloody rough. No hot showers, OK in the summer when temps reach 50C but in winter when you had a half inch of ice on the water troughs it was a little hard. Mutton for breakfast, lunch and dinner and some of the roughest men I have ever met in my life. But, I was able to indulge in what is now my greatest passion besides my wife, kids and grandkids - motorcycles. You see, Commonwealth Hill was owned by Byron McLachlan who knew a bargain when he saw one. Just after WW2 he bought a heap of old ex army WLA Harleys. By the time I started work there there were none left going but a young English mechanic was able to restore just one from brand new parts still in boxes stored in the old workshop.
This old bike was given to me to muster sheep and do the water runs to ensure all of the water troughs were clean and full. That old bike just chugged along through the bull dust without missing a beat. I must say though in the first few weeks I spent more time falling off it than on it. I always had to ensure I had someone with me because I was unable to lift the bike on my own. I only weighed about 100 pounds wringing wet in those days.
After 12 months on Commonwealth Hill I moved to the Twins sheep station where I rode an old ex-army 350 BSA and finally Ag bikes. These new bikes were a dream. Light and easy to ride.
But my time in the bush was coming to an end. I started thinking of girls. Well we all make mistakes don't we?
I moved back to my home town Gawler, 25 miles north of Adelaide and the first thing I had to do was buy a motorbike. I didn't even have a drivers license. This was soon overcome after I went and seen the old police sargent who had caught me on many occasion driving the old man's Ford Customline before I could see over the steering wheel.
My first bike was a brand new 1972 Triumph Bonneville. It was absolutely beautiful. And the girls loved it as well. Well it wasn't long before I was hanging around with other like minded guys. Veterans of the Vietnam war were coming home and it wasn't long before the first of the outlaw motorcyle gangs were being formed. But that is a whole other story, perhaps for a later date.
Oh! by the way. If you are wondering what ever happened to that old WLA Harley, it is owned by a bloke who lives not 10 kilometres away from me and he has been fully restored it. He purchased the bike from Commonwealth Hill the year after I left there for $10.00. What would it be worth today?
Stay upright and safe everybody
hi,
i have been riding bikes for over 45 years,i started with mini bikes and dirt bikes. i see young people buying fast rocket ship bikes,and getting killed on them,its a shame! they ride with people they know that have been riding a lot longer than them,and try to do the same things. i used to think i was the master of my bike,till it bit me in the ass,and sent me over the handle bars,like saying,dont be cocky. i mostly rode dirt then,and its different,cause you dont have to worry about being run over by a 18 wheeler if you do fall,ha and as far as having protective gear on,i learned my lession with that too,better to have it and not need it,then to not have it,and need it,ha i rode with guys,and sometimes it seemed like they wanted me to crash,so they could say,man you gotta know what your doing,before you can ride like me! i talk to guys and they tell me stuff,i cant belive,like,i never use my back brake,i only use the front,it works better to stop the bike,or other stupid things,like i dont use the brakes,till im ready to stop! i also see them laying the bike over as far as they can,i say to them,all you have to do is hit a wet leave or pebble and you will be on your ass. a friend of mine,was w/this guy she just started dating,he bought a new harley ultra,they went to south carolina,had no helmets or jackets,and got hit waiting for a light from behind,she will never be the same again! im gonna put her pic on here,her back and leg is messed up,but the rest of her looks good,ha its the pic that says,my back hurts! i always worry when im stopped,i look in the mirror a thousand times till the light changes! i know so many people that got killed or are in bad shape for the rest of their life from bike crashes! if this helps one person,ill feel i didnt waste my time typing it! i remember that clint eastwood movie,when he said,a man has to know his limitations! so live to ride another day!
Did you ride yesterday? My day was an average commute day... but the ride was Awesome!
Please comment and tell us about your ride from yesterday or today... I can't wait to read your responses!
My Ride:
Yesterday was an amazing riding day for me here in northern California!
If left home in the dark and begain my ride to work. As I rode my way through the grape vineyards and almond trees, north centeral valley (just 80 miles from Yosemite Naitonal Park) the sun started peaking over the foothills of the sierras casting beautiful color into the sky.
Almost 50 miles later, as I neared work, I entered into the Livermore hills where I rode into some super thick and wet FOG. The ride was quiet and scerene.
My ride home last night was also in the dark and down single lane narrow, winding roads. I came across several animals including fox, deer, owl, and raccoon. The ride was great.
Kyle Bradshaw aka: manybikes