Hells Angels Clubhouse, Haggerston
Struck me as rather incongruous that a brotherhood of purported outlaws should have such visible clubhouse. Shows how much I know about the biker world! They probably don鈥檛 even call it a clubhouse
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The bike is home. Running and handling great. Ready to put on some miles.
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Baby 24-year-old me on my first full-size bike, a CBR500R, the day I brought it home.
I miss roadbiking hugely rn. We live on a trunk road through a stunning part of Wales and there's an endless stream of cool sports bikes zipping past my window in the summer heat. It's impossible not to look back on that little Honda and want something like that again. One of these would be a good replacement:
I think about this often.
And then I have to think about blowing all my savings on the mortgage when it renews in November this year.
Houses are not worth it.my
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What do you think about when you're riding? .. Though it doesn't have to be riding. But it's those long periods when you're all alone. Occupied with the聽mechanics聽of surviving,but having to occupy your mind. For Me, it's when I'm riding. I'm not talking about those times when I'm going through the twisties. Those are full on concentration, when the sweat springs out, the visor is cracked open to stop it fogging on the inside because I'm breathing so damned hard.
No, I'm talking about those times when the highway is stretching in front of you like an arrow, a multi-lane grey ribbon that stretches to the horizon with minimalist curves and even the white lines are monotonous in their spaced regularity.
It's those times, when the only part of you that moves is your throttle hand and your eyelids. What do you think about to pass the time?
Music first .. all the oldies .. rocking tunes that you'd forgotten you knew, but can't quite remember the words .. then the comedy skits .. comedy songs ..
Butter,
I remember butter,
We once were lovers,
Oh what a pair.
grin聽.. But that's all I could remember ... and I mean ALL .. and after 30 mins, I CAN'T forget .. gods .. I had to get home so that I could play it all through and finally lay that demon to rest.
The pain starts to set in gradually.. it creeps out from the center, up the torso to the shoulders and down to the wrists, spreading out and down my legs, concentrating on the knees and eventually I know what hell is going to be like.
Concentrate .. think of the good things .. the people you've met..聽laughing聽A friend's little boy so excited at the thought of sitting on a motorcycle that he's literally wriggling on his chair, the motor running at 5000RPM in idle .. A flock of Corellas bursting from the trees and playing chicken with my front wheel. Watching them twist and wheel up and over, swinging away at the last minute ...
Think of another song ..
All My friends are fuckups
but they're fun to have around..
Remember the curves up to Cabramurra.... sitting in the general store eating the best chicken schnitzel in Australia, watching the high country parrots playing on the feeders and the little kids outside fascinated by the colours...
tuck in behind a semi trailer ... love the fact that he bears the sign .. 100km per hour speed limited and here I am doing 130 ... buffet, twitch, buffet .. fuck .. much too close .. drop back the speed and fall into the roiled air that they always leave behind .. all of a sudden,there's no pain .. just concentration .. ride the flows like a surfer, leave enough looseness in the the wrists and arms to give the bike some flexibility, but guide it .. gods ... no tank slappers please ... until finally I've fallen back far enough to be in the calm air and the aches start to creep up again ..
who remembers the taste of the first kiss? gods .. I do .. so sweet .. and the sound she made ... and then I realise that I'm rubbing up against the tank .. My own personal vibrator ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm .. what's that song again? .what could be wetter than, an english girl,an american man ... *grin*.. though she wasn't english and I wasn't american ..
put My feet on the back pegs and mould over the tank, weight on My thighs and feet and the pain goes away for a few and I start to remember other things .. How could I have forgotten the shape of her mouth ... let's think of another subject 'cuz the leather only stretches so far and like Robert Frost I have miles to go ...
Down the bend into Tarcutta tucked in behind a semi and there's the police out in force with the breathalyzer ... grin behind the visor .. I'm too close behind the semi and so they miss Me and go for the driver behind ... who incidentally passes Me 15 mins later ... She's got a pony tail ... fuck ... there's those thoughts again .... think bike .. think bike ...
*laughing, remembering being told a story .. Man rides two stroke crotch rocket with methanol in the tank ... decides to insult Harley riders ... does so and then takes off like a rocket ... gets out of sight ... and suddenly .. no power ... oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck ... plants the bike in a ditch and lies down till they all pass ... finds out that the methanol has frozen his carbies .... Laugh?.. I had tears running down My eyes at at that ..
Think about drinking port ... mmmmmmmmmmm ... or the bakery at Beechworth .. I swear folks .. you have to visit there .. order a lamington with cream ... *grin*.. eat it ... and tell Me what it tastes like to you ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm .. best damned cream I ever had
Finally ... finally .. there's the lights of Telstra Tower rising up .. only 30 mins to go ....home .... bath ... salts ... rest the aches ...
Take up riding ... I swear ..the memories are the best part
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