I Ride To Rediscover The Part Of Myself Lost To Just "Existing".


I’m Not Stickin’ My Hand In There!


When I started riding last century, I was advised that I should always wear gloves. Like a typical newbie, I shrugged this off “pffft I don’t need no stinkin’ gloves”.

Yeah right!

The first summer storm soon sorted that out. Those rain drops felt like needles on the back of my hands at 1ookm/h (60mp/h) and hail made me look for the nearest bridge to hide under.

So off I trundled to my local Motorcycle Emporium to invest in my first pair of gloves. Eventually settling on a pair of RIVET long gauntlet thick looking things (yes I still have them after all this time). These gloves had the added benefit of being hot in summer, cold in winter and waterlogged for days after an expedition in the rain.

My First Gloves

My First Gloves

To try to counteract the cold during winter I wore finger-less woolen things under them. This method worked great for the backs of my hands, but didn’t do much for the finger tips.

Often I’d arrive at my destination and have to slide my hands sideways off the ‘bars, then I’d try to prise my fingers open as I walked into where-ever I was going, in search of the nearest heater to thaw out my hands.

These Worked Well... Except For The Findertips

These Worked Well… Except For The Finger Tips

I eventually invested in some short gauntlet, thin leather summer gloves that were made in India. They were a pretty blue colour. I knew this because every-time they got wet my hands would turn blue from the dye they’d used.

These gloves got a bit of a workout in 2000 when I put a stone chip in the side of a Mitsubishi Colt. Even though they were thin and offered just a smidgen over no protection at all, they helped break my fall and saved the palms of my hands from abrasions.

OK. So These Aren't The Gloves But You Get The Picture :-)

OK. So These Aren’t The Gloves, But You Get The Picture :-)

With the money I got from the insurance on the bike, I went out and bought a Kawasaki ZZR-1100 (D4), a new Shoei RF-900 lid and a pair of DRY RIDER Gloves. I still wore the blue gloves for a few years after that.

The ZZR-1100. Great BIke.

My ZZR-1100. Great BIke.

The DRY RIDERS have lasted me for ages. They are Kevlar* lined, warm because of the Thinsulate* lining, and have this neat terry towelling thing on the index finger for wiping the rain off your visor. They are not waterproof but they dry out over night, which is a big improvement over the REVIT gloves I’d been wearing.

Loved These Gloves... Pity the Index & Middle Finger Tips On My Left Hand Wore Through

Loved These Gloves… Pity the Index & Middle Finger Tips On My Left Hand Wore Through

Last summer I bought some no name short gauntlet perforated gloves from the local markets. They’re thin and have knuckle protection but little else. They are great for getting a tan between where my jacket stops and the gloves start. Sunscreen helps, but I forget to apply it most of the time so I get this tanned strip of skin on my wrist.

People must think I’ve missed a bit when I was having a wash or something.

Not Much Protection With These, But They Look Cool

Not Much Protection With These, But They Look Cool

A few weeks ago I decided I needed to replace my old DRY RIDERS. The tips of the index and middle finger had worn through on the left hand and the rubber bits on the knuckles were starting to get flakey. The prerequisite was that they had to have Kelvar and Thinsulate as a minimum, and they also had to be reasonably priced.

I’d read about gloves made by a company called FIVE. I’d never heard of them before, but Adrian at the local Motorcycle Emporium assured me these were the most comfortable and best value for money gloves around.

For me they ticked all the boxes:

  • Kevlar lined – CHECK
  • Thinsulate – CHECK
  • Terry towelling wipey thingy for the visor – CHECK
  • Knucke protection – CHECK
  • Palm protection – CHECK
  • Supple (but not weak) leather – CHECK
  • Water proof – You Betcha!
FIVE - Short Winter Gloves

FIVE – Short Winter Gloves

See the last dot point?

The unique thing about these gloves is that FIVE claim that they are completely water proof. They have this wide water resistant elastic section that’s sewn into the glove and grips your wrist to prevent water flowing down your jacket and into your glove plus they have this beaut lining that is impirv… impervyo… damn it, resistant to water.

I took this claim with a grain of salt, because in my experience nothing is waterproof, especially if its wind-blown.

But! After the several days of riding to work in the rain over the last few weeks, I can attest that they are indeed waterproof.

The gloves are well made, and of high quality. The only problem I’m having with them, and this is a breaking in period thing you understand, is that I have a very wide palm, so they are a little difficult to get on initially.

Going up a size fixes that problem, but then the fingers are about 25mm (1 inch) too long. The more I wear them, the more they are freeing up, so the difficulty I’m having getting them on is a short-term problem I think.

So what should you look for in a glove?

It is very much personal preference. The brand is not important, but I would recommend at least Kevlar lining, knuckle and palm protection as a minimum.

Just a word on the terry towelling wipey thingy.

The DRY RIDERS had it on the index finger, whereas the FIVE gloves have it on the back of the thumb. Both methods work, but I find the back of the thumb easier to use.

As the Yanks say “You’re mileage may vary.”


  • Kevlar: a synthetic fibre of high tensile strength used especially as a reinforcing agent in the manufacture various products.
  • Thinsulatesynthetic fiber thermal insulation used in clothing.

We’re All Pink In The Middle.


When I was younger (before bikes), people and small dogs would cross to the other side of the street to avoid walking past me. At first I thought it was my cologne, but soon realised that couldn’t be it… I wasn’t wearing any.

Maybe it was my hair cut. Flat tops were all the go back in the day you know.

Thinking back, I can understand how seeing a tall, heavy-set bloke that doesn’t smile (much) coming towards you, might make some people a bit uneasy.

At times, how I looked was a downright hindrance. It took me ages to get close to The Pillion, let alone talk to her.

Once we started to talk though, she must have seen qualities in me that few people dug deep enough to find, and I love her for that.

At other times though, that hard look had its advantages.

There was this one time I was driving home from Penrith. A blue Holden Kingswood, like the one in the photo, was following me. The driver decided tailgating me would be fun, and his two mates thought yelling at me out the window was acceptable behavior.

HJ Holden Kingswood (Photo Courtesy Holden)

HJ Holden Kingswood (Photo Courtesy Holden)

They were trying really hard to get me to pull over. That was never going to happen, and I managed to shake the Kingswood and it’s occupants a few streets from home.

I thought all was roses as I pulled into my driveway and was still sitting in my car wondering what had just happened, when the Kingswood pulled up outside my house.

The three stooges all got out of their car and started shouting and carrying on like wankers*. I didn’t know them, I’d never seen them around before and I had no idea why they had singled me out. Which was unusual because at that time I was involved with the drag racing scene out at Castlereagh drags, and knew most of the modified cars in the area.

I opened the door and stepped out of my car. I stood looking at them for a minute considering my options, finally deciding bluffing was going to be my best defence.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself before moving towards the back of my car to discuss the matter at a safe distance.

After a heated exchange and some sabre rattling on my part, the bluff worked. They reconsidered their surroundings, and did the bolt.

Violence averted.

Just as well too, because I don’t think the odds were in my favour, and I was pack’n it*!

Mr T (Photo Credit: comicbookresources.com)

Mr T (Photo Credit: comicbookresources.com)

If you’re reading this blog you have an intrest in motorcycles or maybe some counter culture, and in your travels you would have met people who look and/ or act differently.

Anything from Harley riding blokes with long hair, beards and tattoos, to Dainese wearing sport bike riders, to colour coordinated touring couples with the mandatory trailer in tow behind their GoldWing , to scooter riders with tattoos and beards… well maybe sipping a latte at least.

Can you see what I’ve done here?


You and I know that how someone looks or what they ride, has nothing to do with who they are as a person. Sure, some of us can be a bit more boisterous than others.

Some of us can be quiet. Guarded even.

Too many people don’t take the time to talk to someone, get to know them, see what makes them tick.

Not so long ago a work mate confided that when he started with the company, he’d spied a big bloke on a bike complete with close cut hair and beard turn up. He immediately shoe-horned the big bloke into what he thought was the right pigeon-hole.

It turned out, that big bloke was nothing like what he’d thought, and now they are good friends.

How many times have you heard something like this:

“Oh-My-God look at the Tatts and piercings on that lady! She must be on something.”


“That bloke has a gammy* leg, better not talk to him it might be leprosy.”

Those people are still pink in the middle, and bleed red just like the rest of us.

Who cares if they are black, white, have a disability, wear their pants backwards, or are from Mars?

So what if they’re different?

I met a bloke at a pub once. He was siting a the bar and was sluring his words. All the locals were giving him a wide berth, he wasn’t a local and they thought he was drunk.

I wandered over and struck up a conversation with him.

He was sober as a judge and had been drinking non alcoholic ginger beer all afternoon.

We talked for 2-1/2 hours.

It turned out that this bloke was a shearer on his way to his next job. The slur was caused by a stroke he’d had when he was 43.

If I’d have been like all the locals at the pub, I’d have missed out on some great company and a good yarn*.

Frankly, I’m old enough now to have moved beyond what people think of me. As a result I tend to take people as they are, and I hope that they would be the same with me.

I’m a firm believer in calling it like it is, most people respect that; There’s no point in saying something if you don’t believe in it.

Know what I mean?

I guess what I’m trying to say is, people are what they are, look how they look and there is nothing you can do to change that.

What we can change, is our prejudice towards them.


  • Wanker: A contemptible person
  • Pack’n it: Scared. As in “He was packing death (or shit to use the Australian Vernacular)”
  • Gammy: Unable to function normally
  • Good yarn: Good chat

Humbled & Honoured


A few weeks ago Dan from Daily Bikers asked if I’d like to write a guest post on his blog. I don’t consider myself as anything special when it comes to writing, so the offer took me a little by surprise.

Be that as it may, I’d like to thank Dan for giving me the opportunity to write for Daily Bikers. I’m really humbled and honoured that I was asked (and chuffed, all at the same time).

You can read my Guest Post here.

While you’re there, I’d encourage you to have a poke around Daily Bikers and check out some of their offerings.

You won’t be disappointed.


Wired For Sound.


I’ve broken a sacred rule of riding. I bought an intercom. There I’ve said it…

Years ago, the only beats I heard came from the engine, I’d talk to myself inside my lid, and no one could hear me strangling cats in tune to the top 40 .

Times change.

Now I like to share my auditions for the X-factor with The Pillion. True the occasional burp also spews forth, quickly followed by a sharp poke to the ribs from The Pillion.

Sharing is caring right?

When I started looking around for an intercom, all the usual suspects were considered, Cardo Scala, Sena and U-Clear, which are all Bluetooth units. One that was suggested to me that I hadn’t considered, was the Starcom system.

Cardo Scala

Cardo Scala (Bluetooth)


Sena (Bluetooth)


U-Clear (Bluetooth)


Starcom (Hard Wried)

The Bluetooth systems all appealed to me for various reasons:-

  • Easy to fit.
  • They can be paired with phones, music & GPS devices
  • I could talk to my pillion & a few other riders (4 to 10 depending on the system).
  • On some models I could listen to FM radio.
  • They were all light weight.

What I didn’t like about the Bluetooth systems was:-

  • The units have to be recharged periodically.
  • Some units don’t pair with everything with ease (They’re fiddly).
  • They can drop out.
  • You can’t talk between units (Sena to Scala to U-Clear).
  • If I wanted to hook up a CB to the system, I needed either a CB with Bluetooth capability (expensive), or an interface unit in addition to the intercom (also expensive).

One thing we have here in Australia that may not be available in other countries is the UHF* CBRS*. This is by far the most utilised radio service for travelers, farmers, truck drivers and other interested people. Along with the usual calling and emergency channels, there are dedicated 4WD, caravan, repeater and truck/ highway channels.

The system uses narrow band FM with up to 5 watts transmit power and 80 channels. CTCSS* & DCS* mute systems are also available, so that interfering signals on the same channel can be eliminated.

I really wanted to be able to connect UHF to the system, but the additional Bluetooth interface at $300 plus was prohibitive.

Reluctantly I took a look at the Starcom. I really didn’t like the idea of having wires dangling everywhere, but it did do everything the Bluetooth units would do, plus it had some advantages:-

  • It was easy to fit. The main control unit is about the size of a 20 pack of smokes and fits under your seat, or some other available space.
  • You can use phones, GPS & music just like the other systems, either hard-wired or at additional cost with a Bluetooth interface.
  • Rider to pillion intercom.
  • Light weight.
  • You never have to recharge the unit.
  • The hard-wired system has no problems with dropouts.
  • Quick release DIN plugs allow for cable separation in an emergency.
Starcom Bluetooth Interface
Starcom Bluetooth Interface (30 x 50mm – 1-1/4 x 2″)

One thing the Starcom can’t do is link between riders on a private Bluetooth link. This didn’t particularly worry me though, because it’s not like I was going to be discussing the state of the nation with anyone while riding anyway.


You can easily hook a UHF CB into the mix. It’s a simple plug and play affair, with either Push To Talk (PTT) or voice activated operation (VOX). No special Bluetooth adapter required. The bonus of using a CB is that the range is increase considerably, unlike Bluetooth, which if your lucky you might get 500m (1600 feet).

Also its an open system, so if you get into trouble and are out of mobile phone range, you can call someone for help. Bluetooth does not allow for this.

Size Comparison Between Starcom & Iphone 5S

Size Comparison Between Starcom & Iphone 5S

So I bought the Starcom Advance.

I don’t use (refuse to use) the mobile phone function, but I do use an Ipod for the travelling tunes, this will sit either in my vest pocket or tank bag depending on the ride i’m on.

I also have a Uniden UHF hand-held CB connected into the system for longer trips. It’s handy to get road reports, or to let the driver of a B-Double* know that you want to pass.

Handheld CB The Red Button Near The Horn IS the PTT

Handheld CB The Red Button Near The Horn IS the PTT

Whats the sound quality like?

Pretty good really, in fact with the ear plugs (see separate article here) the wind noise is reduced so much that the volume doesn’t have to be as loud as you would think. This is probably because the stereo speakers are so close to your ears, and the ear plugs are tuned to reduce noise rather than sound… if that makes sense(?)

Also, having a curly cord hanging from your lid is not as bad as I thought. It’s not heavy and doesn’t flap about in the breeze. If you decided to go this route, use a stick on cable clamp like the one in the photo below so that there is no pull on the wires to the mic and speakers.

Stcik On Zip Tie Cable Clamp

Stick On Zip Tie Cable Clamp

The only problem I have with Starcom is that The Pillion doesn’t appreciate my singing… or burps.


  • UHF: Ultra High Frequency.
  • CBRS: Citezens Band Radio Service.
  • CTCSS: Continuous Tone Coded Squelch System
  • DCS: Digital Coded Squelch
  • B-Double: Consists of a prime mover towing a specialised lead trailer that has a fifth-wheel mounted on the rear towing another semi-trailer, resulting in two articulation points.

Why I Ride…

I Ride To Rediscover The Part Of Myself Lost To Just “Existing”

Tin Can Bay


Last Sunday the Pillion and I decided to tag along with some friends on a ride up to Tin Can Bay for lunch. The weather report for the day was for a cool cloudy morning followed by showers in the afternoon. Thankfully we managed to dodge the showers (I forgot the soap anyway) and only had to contend with damp roads.

Looks Miserable Don't It?

Looks Miserable Don’t It?

The route started at BP north at Burpengary 45km (28 miles) north of Brisbane. From there we followed the Bruce Highway until we turned off on Steve Erwin Way, past Australia Zoo, through to Maleny, Kenilworth, Pomona, Kin Kin and Tin Can Bay.

Thank You Google Maps

Thank You Google Maps

Even though Tin Can Bay is an easy 2 hour, 175 km (110 mile) ride north of the BP, our trip would take us around 4 hours and around 235 km (146 miles) via the scenic route.

Even Mr Policeman Was Out 'n About

Even Mr Policeman Was Out ‘n About

Our first stop to regroup and warm up was at Kenilworth, in the heart of the Mary Valley. About 110 km (70 miles) into our trip.

Kenilworth is a “blink and you’ll miss it” kind of town, with a population of about 300. The main street has a row of shops, a country supermarket, a museum, and two of the most important establishments any town needs; a service station and a pub.

It also has a Cheese Factory which is the centre piece of the Kenilworth Cheese, Wine and Food Festival held in April each year. I’ll talk about that some other time.

Photo Courtesy opals-on-black

Photo Courtesy opals-on-black

After our short intermission we headed north along the Eumundi-Kenilworth Road towards Kin Kin. Most of the roads were pretty good, although some stretches were bumpy, and you had to pay attention on the corners because there was debris mid line.

Not a good thing when you’re two up… or any other time for that matter.


Quiet Road With a View

Oh Look Slippery Stuff

Oh Look Slippery Stuff

The Weather Started To Clear Up

The Weather Started To Clear Up

Love These Old Timber Bridges

Love These Old Timber Bridges

We turned right on Tin Can Bay Road and headed east towards the coast and Tin Can Bay. Nothing to eventful along this road, just straight wide and tempting. Alas, it is known to be patrolled by the local constabulary, so we had to behave ourselves.

Tin Can Bay Road

Tin Can Bay Road

Tin Can Bay was originally part of a large timber logging area settled in the 1890’s. The logs were floated up the Great Sandy Strait between the mainland and Fraser Island to Maryborough, where they were cut and transported to other areas. Logging came to an end in 1893, although some milling continued until the end of the century.

Now-a-days it’s a great spot to get away from it all, and is a gateway to other places of interest, like Rainbow Beach and Hervey Bay. Closer in you can indulge in some bush walking in the Cooloola National Park, fishing or boating in the Great Sandy Straits and Fraser Island.

There is lots to see and do – or not.

Tin Can Bay

Tin Can Bay

The clouds started rolling in again just outside Gympie, luckily the promised showers held off until we made it home. All up we covered 450km (280 miles).

Not a bad effort for a days riding.


The Weather Closed In Again On The Way Home

The Weather Started To Close In Again On The Way Home

Regrets… Well, Maybe One.


I don’t know too many riders from last century that didn’t own a CB (insert number here) Four at some stage of their riding career.

I wasn’t any different.

I owned an old Hoon*-da CB750 Four (K2) for a couple of years. I bought it as a basket case, and rebuilt it over twelve months.

You can read about it here.

The bike had its quirks; like those stupid little rubber grommet seal things that sat under the cam cradles.

The things would move under load and there would be a trail of oil coming out from under the head soon after.

It turned out that this was a common problem, and the fix was to replace the grommet thingies with press fit aluminium plugs.

The other problem I had, which was more due to metal fatigue than anything else. Was that one of the cam cradles had lifted on a ride over Mt. Glorious.

The top end was destroyed as a result. The cradles disintegrated, the cam had some good-sized gouges in it, and looked a bit like a boomerang as well.

Despite all that, I still managed to put 35,000 km (22,000 miles) on it in the twelve months I rode it.

My Honda CB750/4 started out as a $200 basket case

My Honda K2 CB750/4 started out as a $200 basket case

The bike was due for a service and valve clearance check since having the top end rebuilt by Phil at ProFlow. So I dropped round there one Saturday morning to get the job done.

When I arrived, Phil started telling me about a new project he had going. A coffin tank Z1R MKII Kawasaki. He was going to build it as an advert for his shop.

The frame had already been checked and braced and was away at the powder-coaters. The rest of the bike was strewn all over the workshop; wheels were over in a corner, the wiring harness was hanging on a hook on a pin-board, the engine was being rebuilt on the bench and the panel work was in a box ready to go to the painters.

Phil was a one time mechanic for a Kawasaki race team, so it was no surprise that he was excited about his new project.


Pleading ignorance, I asked “Whats a Z1R?”

I was after all a newish rider.

Phil patiently explained the bikes history to me, and what he was planning. When he finished, I asked him how much he wanted for it when it was finished.

Phil thought for a minute, then came back with “$4000.”

He continued. “We’d better get started on the Honda, eh?”

On a spur of the moment decision, I handed him the cash I was going to give him for the service, and said “Consider the Z1R sold.”

What? You want to buy the Z1R, what about the Honda? he asked.

“Yep, I’m going to buy the Z1R. Unless someone else has dibs* on it?” I said.

Adding “I’ll consign the Honda and have the rest of the money ready for you when the Z1R is finished.

Within a month I had the Z1R in my garage. It had a braced frame with all the bearings and bushes replaced. Progressives springs on the front with Koni adjustables on the rear. The engine had a mild cam with a Wiseco 1080 kit. New chain and sprockets, new tyres — the bike was like brand new.

I wasn’t allowed to run the bike to anything more than 4000 rpm for the first 1500 km (1000 miles). It needed to be run in.

Once the run in period had passed, the carburetors were kitted and adjusted to allow the bike to breath. The only thing that let the bike down visually was the grungy old Tranzac exhaust that was hanging off it.

1979 Kawasaki Z1R MKII

1979 Kawasaki Z1R MKII

Over the next 12 months Phil taught me how to look after, and service the bike. I’d buy what was needed for the job; oil, filters, that sort of thing, and Phil would explain what needed to be done.

There’s not too many mechanics around that will do that these days.

Despite its wooden front brake and an exhaust collector that would bottom out on left handers, the bike always left me grinning.

On one occassion I clocked 220km/h (135 mp/h) on that thing. Yeah, Yeah I know, young and dumb

I rode the bike for 3 years before I sold it to a bloke in Burpengary, north of Brisbane.

I remember putting some new hoops on it not long before it went up for sale. The tyre guy asked why I was getting rid of it.

“Young Family”. I said.

He looked at me with that been there look and said “You’ll regret it”

He was right.

I saw the Z1R a few years later at a track day out at Lakeside. I can only guess that the new owner was having as much fun on it as I’d had a few years earlier.

About 18 months after Phil finished the bike he moved to Sydney. I caught up with him a few times after that, once in Brisbane when he was visiting family, and once when I was in Sydney.

I lost track of Phil after that. Pity, he was a gun spanner man and a nice bloke too.

I know that technology has moved on, and there have been huge advances in engine management and frame design. Hell the brakes on my Bandit are light years ahead of that old Z1R.

I still can’t forget that bike and those days though.

Regrets? Well, maybe one.


  • Hoon: Australian/ New Zealand term for a lout or hooligan, especially a young man who drives recklessly.
  • Dibs: The right to something, an option to buy.

2014 Laverda Concours


The annual Laverda Concours has come and gone for another year.

Who would have thought that from the first concours held at Captain Burke Park, Kangaroo Point (under The Story Bridge), the Laverda Concours would become so popular that it would have to move to a bigger venue at the Cleveland Showgrounds.

Small-Concours-2014_033- - Copy

This year there were 60 trophies, and over $4000 in cash and prizes up for grabs. Everything was covered; Continental, British, American, Japanese, Classic, Street Special, Outfits, Cafe Racer… this list goes on.


There were even trophies for most powerful bike in the car… err… bike park. Mick the proprietor of Mick’s Bike & Car Tyres provided his dyno for this popular event


Over the past 10 years Club Laverda has raised over $55,000 for Make-A-Wish.

What is Make-A Wish?

Make-A Wish grants wishes to children with life threatening medical conditions. The wishes can be as simple as kicking a ball around with their favorite footy team to becoming a diamond miner.

Since 1985 there have been over 8,000 wishes granted to children in Australia.


A big thumbs up to Club Laverda for putting on a great show and for raising money for some very deserving kids

Check out over 80 more photos from the day at my Flickr page.


Mt. Panorama.


Mt. Panorama and Bathurst* are sinonym… synonym… have a rich history of motor racing in Australia, with the first motorcycle race being held way back in 1911 at a place called Kelso a few clicks outside of Bathurst.

After a falling out with the local constabulary, motorcycle racing was moved to the Vale Circuit, and stayed there from the first meeting on Easter Saturday April 4, 1931 until 1937. In 1938 it was relocated again, this time to Mt Panorama.


The interesting thing about Mt Panorama is that it is a rural public road with 2-way traffic and a 60km/h (37mp/h) speed limit most of the year. The circuit is 6.172 km (3.835 mi) in length and climbs 174m (570 feet) from the bottom of the circuit (Pit Straight) to the top of the circuit (Skyline).

The Mt Panorama Circuit

The Mt Panorama Circuit

Mt Panorama and the Easter Bike Races became part of Australian biker folklore, running continuously for 50 years until they were axed in 1985.

Why were they axed?

No, not because of noise complaints, but because of rioting.

Bikers would head to the mountain each Easter for the races, and even as far back as the early ’60’s newspaper reports labeled the spectators as a deviant element because of their wild behavior.

During the early 80’s the festivities attracted the attention of the local police, who thought it a good idea to bring in the Tactical Response Group (TRG) to control the throng.

As a result of the confrontation between the bikers and the TRG at the last Easter meeting in 1985, the races were cancelled.

Debate rages to this day about who was worse; The bikers or the TRG.

The Remnants Of The Channel 7 News Car After One Of The Riots

The Remnants Of The Channel 7 News Car After One Of The Riots (Photo Courtesy davamb Access Norton Forum)

Bikes returned to the mountain in 1993.

In 1994 there was an accident at the top of the mountain at Macphillamy Park, and 3 side car riders were killed. Racing continued at Mt. Panorama until 2000.

Soon after the 2000 race finished, the concrete lined track was deemed unsafe for motorcycles, and the Bathurst bike races faded into history.

Fast forward to 2014 and rumors have been raging for years of a second circuit being built at Mt. Panorama.

The topic came up again a few weeks ago while I was listening to Greg Hirst on Ride.

Greg was interviewing the member for parliament for Bathurst, Paul Toole, about rumors of motorcycles returning to Mt Panorama.

 (Photo Courtesy davamb Access Norton Forum)

(Photo Courtesy davamb Access Norton Forum)

As it turns out, Bathurst City Council has been considering a second more permanent circuit for some time, and the New South Wales (N.S.W.) State Government in it’s last budget allocated $5 million towards a new racing circuit at Mt Panorama. Not only for motorcycles but also for other motor sports.

To Quote Mr Toole:

“As the local member, I want it put on the record that I intend to drive this project to ensure it does not falter,” Mr Toole said, speaking withFairfax.

“The $5 million in the budget is a great way to get the ball rolling. This means the second track is no longer a pipe dream; it’s going to happen. I look forward to working with council to do the planning and get started on the construction of this initiative.”

It is hoped that the Feral Guv’mint will chip in as well, and there is a strong belief that they may have already given some consideration to the project, but as yet, nothing has been announced.

This along with the recent push for a TT style race on The Lions Road that runs through The Border Ranges National Park means that the future looks bright for Motorcycle racing in Australia.


  • Bathurst: Pronounced like this… Bathhurst… short ‘A’
  • Lions TT: The Lions TT Motorcycle Festival, will be a three-day and night motorcycle festival that is open to all motorcycle brands. Think Sturgis meets the Isle of Man TT

Tick Tock.

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Cause or allow someone to have or experience something.

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Notice the absence of.

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