Showing posts with label ruiners. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ruiners. Show all posts
June 9, 2014
May 23, 2014
Juicy
Lightning filled the skies from Fitzroy to Ormond last evening, as warm air clashed with a cold front moving in over the country. Tyres were sliding, our minds were flying and as we lane split peak hour to the TOT - with one Pan rider standing out from the awesome... As HST once said "some people will tell you that slow is good - but I'm here to tell you that fast is better" - and while I've always believed this - Juicy has it tattooed to his soul.
We basked in his hottest of hot exhaust as he wound his pan past the ton, reading the flow like a mathematician, finding gaps where no gaps existed. We followed with an emotion that was half bewildered respect, half WTF as we watched this man ride with an insane abandon mixed with the kind of luck that that will see him winning the lotto next week. And cashed up he will fly the big tube north to spend the remainder of his days on the party island of Ibiza.
Dance Juicy, DANCE!
We basked in his hottest of hot exhaust as he wound his pan past the ton, reading the flow like a mathematician, finding gaps where no gaps existed. We followed with an emotion that was half bewildered respect, half WTF as we watched this man ride with an insane abandon mixed with the kind of luck that that will see him winning the lotto next week. And cashed up he will fly the big tube north to spend the remainder of his days on the party island of Ibiza.
Dance Juicy, DANCE!
May 7, 2014
May 1, 2014
Doveton
To paraphrase a study of Doveton by sociology academics during the 1960s (The results of the study were published in the book 'An Australian Newtown' written by Lois Bromified and Faith Thornigton the 3rd in 1972) - 'Doveton' is a visible world ruled by love and fire. The type of love that my sisters second husbands 3rd wife had in the front seat of her beat up commodore at five in the afternoon with her cross dressing female boss mixed with the type of fire that happens with the words insurance claim. Tender!
We liked Doveton, we rode down there to check an Ironhead for sale - 3.5k fixer upperer. We rolled through the streets, the sun shone warmly on our backs and if we got too hot, ice was readily available to cool us down.
Sadly, the bike was too far gone.
We did burnouts.
We rode home.
Tag:
oz stories,
ruiners,
saint
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