THE WORST RIDE

Abad day on a bike is better than the best day at work. We’ve all heard it, most of us have said it once or twice. But, let’s face it, some rides are better than others. Some are seared into your memory for all the wrong reasons. This one was back in May 1977…

I’d thrown my beloved “Black Widow” K2 750 Honda down the road after flipping it over an EH Holden at highway speeds. Luckily the racing leathers saved me from a lot of damage. I was sans bike, I didn’t own a car, so it was shanks pony for a while.

I was working in Melbourne and my family, mates and girlfriend were all in Mildura. The overnight red rattler (yes, there was a train service back then) was not my thing. Being without a bike was killing me. Before trowelling the Black Widow, I was