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Fun Stuff

eBook: Ballina Base Motorcycle Touring Guide

G’day

Last week I presented an eBook about touring Tasmania on a motorcycle.

This week I thought I’d share another eBook, this time a little closer to where I live.

Well, it’s about 2-1/2 hours ride from me, but I consider it part of my backyard because I can easily do a return trip in a day.

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eBook: A Riders Guide To Touring Tasmania

G’day

I’ve been harping on about Tasmania quite a bit over the last 12 months or so, and rightly so too, it’s a great place to visit and explore.

Especially if you’re on a motorcycle.

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Live In The Moment.

G’day

I don’t often post quotes or sayings, but this one struck a chord with me.

F I think it was…

Cheers

The Great Lake, Tasmania ,Australia

The Great Lake, Tasmania ,Australia


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Riders Stories.

G’day

You might have gleaned from my posts that I don’t give too much away about myself. Strewth*, it took me 2-1/2 years after starting this blog to fess up to my name!

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Where’s Ya Note?

Where’s me note, ya ask?

Right here.

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See ‘Um, At The Museum.

G’day

On March 15, 2014, just a couple of suburbs away from where I live, a bloke by the name of Darryl White saw the results of many hours of hard work and determination come to fruition.

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My Freedom, My Salvation.

It’d been a tough day and Bluey knew it: She always knows.

She’s one of my best friends: Never offering an opinion or taking sides; she just listens patiently while humming her soothing one note song.
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The Bush Poet.

G’day

I forget sometimes that many of you aren’t from ’round these ‘ere parts, and the Australian vernacular can be totally lost on you.

We do speak English in Australia, really we do.

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18,262 Days.

G’day

Time is a relative thing.

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Look Harder.

The sun filtered though the trees warming the brisk morning air as The Pillion and I followed the black ribbon that was Mt Nebo Road.  No one ahead of us, nor behind, and only the beat of the engine beneath us breaking the silence.

It was one of those surreal moments in time, when everything just flowed.

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