Look… ah… sorry to bug you like this, but I though 6 months was long enough of a break between posts.
You might remember the photo I put up a couple of weeks ago contained the words in the title of this post (complete with the spelling errors!).
Since then a few of you have asked for an explanation, on that and a couple of other posts I’d put up recently… so here ’tis.
This will be one of the few posts I’ve done that’s not about motorcycling, I’m just not in the right frame of mind to be writing more than a few words at the moment.
Not readily relinquishing a position, principle, or course of action; determined.
Showing a lack of fear.
Having a calm attitude towards disappointments or difficulties.
Displaying kindness and concern for others.
Cause or allow someone to have or experience something.
Showing love or great care.
A person who is badly missed when lost.
Notice the absence of.
One Year Has Passed. Lost. Never Forgotten
Originally named Terrors Creek, Dayboro is a small farming community about 45km (28 miles) north-west of Brisbane, it’s a gateway to some of the best riding roads north of Brisbane. From Dayboro you can head out to Mt. Nebo, Mt. Glorious and places west, or you can head north out to Mt. Mee, Peachester, Maleny and the Sunshine Coast Hinterland.
About 12 months ago, the family and I went for a drive out to Tamborine Mountain to explore the region and see what it has to offer. While we were there, we took the time to watch the hang-gliders.
As a throw away line I mentioned that I’d like to try that one day. The Pillion In A Million and JaJa took this on board and started saving their money, and on my last birthday I was presented with a gift voucher for a tandem flight with Paragliding Queensland.
Last century I worked at a place at the northern end of the Queensland Gold Coast. It was a 140 km (85 mile) round trip from my home on the south side of Brisbane, and consisted of about 15 minutes worth of suburban back streets and 35 minutes on a straight, boring, piece of highway with a 100 km/h (60 mph) speed limit.
In a moment of madness I wrote this little ditty. Must be the Christmas spirits in me.
G’day I like dogs, they’re loyal, they’re always happy to see you, and they are generally in-tune with your moods.
Last Century we owned Rottweilers. Contrary to popular myth, Rottweilers are not savage, unless they are trained to be such. They are however big sooks (1) that bond extremely well to their family, and have a natural protective instinct, especially towards the young. (more…)