“MAYBE A BLOKE NEEDS TO SHOVE IT UP THE TRAFFIC ONE MORE TIME, THE LAST STIRRINGS OF A YOUNG BRAIN IN AN OLD BODY”
in the bush to get over a bad dose of publishing burnout, I moved back to civilisation, err, Brisbane anyway. That was 1992, 30 years ago. As well as my 1984 Harley-Davidson Softail and Hilda, my old BMW, I was still testing bikes, so there was plenty of the latest and greatest,
