New from Australia
Im on a small island off the coast of Tasmania, we only have a few roads, but theres a cold beer at the end of every single one of them!...
Ive been enjoying my bike, Ive been going round and round and round my island.
every lap past my workshop, I make a minor adjustment to fit my bike a little better.
I was fuelling my bike and an got talking to an old feller, he was telling me that he had a WLA when he was younger, he had to put it together himself, "came in a box from the Army." He said. I invited him to come for a ride with me, he said his riding days were over but he still loved the sound of the bikes. He told me where he lived and if I didnt mind could I give my bike "a tickle" whenever I went past his house unless I wanted to stop in for coffee and cakes.
The only reason the old bloke even spoke to me was because of my bike.
Can't wait to see what happens next time I fill up..
Changed my route so I can tickle my bike going uphill past his house rather than downhill.



