A HOT LAP OF OZ
The conversation went a little like this. Me to the pillion in a million, “You don’t mind if I clear off with the mistress for a few weeks, do you?” Her reply, “No dear. Of course not, but be careful.” What a woman. She knows me well. The mistress, of course, is “Big Red” the Beemer. She’s primped, preened, loaded with fresh rubber and ready for a hot lap — of Australia. While we’re both going to miss the pillion in a million, this ride is with good mates and with a purpose dear to my heart.
Most readers know my previous work history, but if you’re new here, I was a police officer for many years. I’ve had a few mates pay the ultimate price, quite a few damaged and others with their own little problems. Those who serve our country and communities know what I mean. If you want to check it out, have a look at www.walltowallride.com
Nine years ago, we had some commemorative batons made by a craftsman, Stan Single, who is also a rider. They’re made of Australian hardwoods and hollowed out to contain a parchment with the name of every police officer killed on duty. Myself and a mate, Georg Berk, rode them around the country and delivered to each commissioner a commemorative baton for their state or territory.
To celebrate 10 years, we’re doing it again,
