Late last year, the mighty UNEMCC — that’s the University of New England Motor Cycle Club, established in 1978 and still wobbling — got together for another week of riding Tasmania. We’ve done Tassie before and no doubt we’ll do it again. Why? Because there’s nothing quite like pulling laps of the island. Great roads, endless corners, scenery that’d make a Hobbit stand tall and people who are so down to earth they’re still calling each other cobber.
Talking cobbers, 44 years we've been riding together. I know that's not a record, but it's a good chunk of a life. When the club kicked off, the only thing we had in common was a love of motorcycles and living it up in Armidale. Over the ensuing decades the lads went off to kick goals in careers as diverse as accounting and finance, education, farming, pubs, mining, managing and magazines. Mostly bike magazines. Good old nepotism…
But it didn’t matter whether it was riding to a christening, a wedding or a jail, we kept riding. Motorcycles were our backbone and a lifetime of riding sharpened our tastes for good roads and fine machines. Hmm, a look at the bikes assembled for this Tassie trip suggests a cosmopolitan approach bike-wise if nothing
