I Love My Motorcycle
I knocked a job back on Wednesday, don't really know why. The excuse I gave myself was that it would take too long to pack my gear up and with a residential school coming up for uni it was just too hard. Bullshit really, so to make myself feel better I packed the bike and went for a ride. Headed south east through Moree, Warialda then south along the Fossickers' Way to Tamworth. The bike was running a bit like a goat so I took her to Ride Motorcycles, the local Yamaha dealer, who diagnosed a leaking crankcase breather. As the breather vents through the float bowls of the carbies, it had managed to pick up a piece of dirt which blocked a jet, thanks Action Suzuki in Sydney for causing the problem in the first place.
As I didn't get to Tamworth until late in the afternoon, I had to wait until Friday morning for them to repair it, I can heartily recommend Ashby-On-Ebsworth for accommodation and every pub in the main street for beer and people. Post-repair I headed down through Muswellbrook on to the Putty Rd.(via a few turns). Much knee-scraping later it was through Richmond into Sydney where much hilarity ensued (not-for-publication). One thing I must comment on, though. In King's Cross, opposite the Crest sports bar is a strip joint, I forget the name. Anyway, this place has the hardest working tout or urger or whatever they're called in Australia. He looks like a gangster's accountant; tall, skinny, wire-rimmed specs, massive nose etc. I once saw this guy work on a minibus full of Koreans for over thirty minutes before he won, leading them one by one over the road to where his minions lurked, ready to take them inside.
Up at the crack of noon Saturday and up Bell's Line of Road to Lithgow and then Mudgee. Can highly recommend the Woolpack Hotel and the Courthouse Hotel, except the woefully atonic (but very pretty) barmaid in the Courthouse who was persuaded by some of the patrons to torture a couple of songs.
Back home Sunday afternoon, extremely cold, tired and euphoric. I love my motorcycle. A lot.
As I didn't get to Tamworth until late in the afternoon, I had to wait until Friday morning for them to repair it, I can heartily recommend Ashby-On-Ebsworth for accommodation and every pub in the main street for beer and people. Post-repair I headed down through Muswellbrook on to the Putty Rd.(via a few turns). Much knee-scraping later it was through Richmond into Sydney where much hilarity ensued (not-for-publication). One thing I must comment on, though. In King's Cross, opposite the Crest sports bar is a strip joint, I forget the name. Anyway, this place has the hardest working tout or urger or whatever they're called in Australia. He looks like a gangster's accountant; tall, skinny, wire-rimmed specs, massive nose etc. I once saw this guy work on a minibus full of Koreans for over thirty minutes before he won, leading them one by one over the road to where his minions lurked, ready to take them inside.
Up at the crack of noon Saturday and up Bell's Line of Road to Lithgow and then Mudgee. Can highly recommend the Woolpack Hotel and the Courthouse Hotel, except the woefully atonic (but very pretty) barmaid in the Courthouse who was persuaded by some of the patrons to torture a couple of songs.
Back home Sunday afternoon, extremely cold, tired and euphoric. I love my motorcycle. A lot.
posted by Dirk at 2:25 pm
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For some people, a quick ride is helpful to clear the mind. The same goes with driving a motorcycle. The feel of the wind on your face and the beautiful scenery may help refresh your perspective on your problem.
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