I’ve just returned from a little country trip, the highlight of which was getting to go for a ride on the back of a Harley.
I was able to hear the roar and hum of the bike as the key turned and it started up. I was able to cruise around a country town I'd never seen before. I was able to feel the warmth of the exhaust pipe on my ankle as the cold wind and stinging rain hit my face, speeding along the highway. I was able to feel what it was like to glide around corners and zoom up a driveway into a garage, stopping just in time so as not to hit the KTM and an old Holden parked alongside. Then I was able to stand around the bikes talking about trips to Cape York on the very fine KTM.
For a short while I was able to feel like a real biker and it was totally fantastic!
Other modes of transport encountered on the trip included a few slightly rusty utes and a very handsome horse named Trooper, who likes nothing more than eating a cut up carrot and later licking your hand.
