Off On A Bimble

                                                                                  Old Pacific Highway   The year is 1984, or possibly the beginning of 1985, and in the next few months I will start my undergraduate degree, Bachelor of Science (Biology) in a few months. So  a significant chapter of my life was going to start, but right now I was a lot more excited about buying my first road motorcycle. I had ridden dirt bikes since I was 8 or 9 or so, but this was a big deal, I was about to follow my best mate Greg Dunn into being a road rider. I had read all sorts of reports in Two Wheels and AMCN, and had my eye on a few bikes. As an aside I had enough for a deposit saved up, but a loan would be required. A loan!!! I had never had one. ...

                                                                Our humble camp at the start of day 2  Part 1 left me and Jeff fairly satisfied with our pub meal after being saturated on the ride back from the coast, although I was later to be quite queasy and it wasn't the beer it was the fried fish. Oh well. The 11th commandment should be "Thou shalt never eat fish and chips from a pub, for though shalt be sorely afflicted yea verily I say unto you". Next morning after I had slept on what felt like a pile of golf ball sized cubes, with bruises everywhere, we had a hearty breakfast and eyed the weather, which was variable. We paid the owner a tenner for a load of wood for a fire, which turned out to be excellent value. After yesterdays exertions a lesser ride was in order and it was decide...