Well, I’m back from my winter holiday, a lazy two-month, 10,000km jaunt to the tip of Cape York with my better half riding shotgun. And no, we didn’t take the bike, although we might have thought about it 45 years ago. A 4×4 dual-cab ute is a much better fit in our dotage, as is our comfy camper trailer with a large compressor fridge to keep the beer and wine icy cold.
I’m making that bit up about maybe taking a bike 45 years ago. There was no road to Cape York back then, just a maintenance track for the overland telegraph line. No bridge over the Archer River, no ferry across the Jardine either. One of the first people to ride a motorcycle all the
